We watched this 2003 Tim Burton movie with the kids the other night. I haven’t seen this one in years, but I’ve always had it tucked in the back of my memory for a time…like now…when our kids were old enough to at least appreciate the imagination and creativity that a non-animated movie like this has to offer them…while also serving our more mature minds a heavy dose of lessons layered upon lessons. You know,…
We have all had childhood dreams. And, adulthood dreams, too. Some of them were obviously not going to pan out for some of us: dancer on a Britney Spears tour, mother of 12 children, member of The Bangles, high level attorney, etc. Ok, those were mine…none of which I had a legitimate shot at. But, there were also other, more realistic, dreams. None of which came true, either: married for life to my first true…
I was talking with our old nanny, Ally, the other day at CFNE. She now has 2 young children and was talking about how her and her husband are starting to realize how hard it is to stay as positive and chipper as much as we all used to be before we had kids. Basically, we were talking about how as much as our kids bring us joy and happiness, they also have this magical…
I was just having this conversation with my neighbor, Rob, who in some ways is a lot like me…which makes it sort of terrifying that we’re friends. We were talking about how “cheap” we are when it comes to saving a buck here and there. For example, he talked me into buying this splatter screen for $4.99 at TJ Max because I’ve been making lamb meatballs lately that had been making a mess all over…
April 13, 1972. I have a terrible memory, especially with birthdays, but this is a date my brain seems to remember for some reason. Like, actually, though. For example, when I’m on the phone with a credit card company or a bank or something, and they ask me my husband’s birth date, my response is usually, “Well, my ex-husband’s birth date is 4/13/72.” Which, naturally, is super awkward…especially, when they’re sitting there on the other end…
I called Maya at college one day recently, and could tell with her first sentence that something was off. She finally admitted that she was stressing out over a conversation she had just had with a co-worker. The details aren’t really important, but she basically hadn’t followed up entirely on something with this guy and he ended up doing work that didn’t need to be done. And, she felt like he must’ve been so frustrated…
I’m not going to lie to you: my family HATES this thing. They think it’s too potent, it makes your breath smell like garlic, and it’s a smoothie…not a plate full of food. So, it’s NOT for everyone. But, if you’re like me and want the comfort of knowing you got things in your diet every day that you otherwise wouldn’t eat (like raw garlic and fresh ginger and Kefir) AND you are tired of…
The perception of weed is funny to me; people are all over the map with it. Some people still think it’s mysterious and naughty and riddled with danger. Some people, like myself, have spent the better part of their life being curious yet unwilling to try it because until recently it’s been illegal…and, God forbid we so much as considered breaking a rule. And, some people have used it so much at different points in…
We don’t argue much, but I’m not going to sit here and try to convince anyone that Ben and I don’t argue at all. Part of me wonders what it would be like to be one of those couples that “don’t fight”, but another part of me wonders if that (a) exists, and (b) if that would even be healthy. Who knows? What I do know is that I don’t think arguing will ever feel…
Living in our home sometimes feels like being on an extended stay at a spiritual retreat house. It’s a little bit ridiculous, and wonderful, all at the same time. There are always candles burning, acoustic instrumental guitars playing softly in the background (often times it’s Jonah playing his own guitar for us, which is my most favorite thing to listen to), people sipping tea and reading peacefully while sitting in front of the sun that…