Sitting here on Fat Tuesday, the day of my thirty-fifth birthday, I can’t help but marvel at what a hoopla it would would’ve been back in the day. The college days, that is. There were no parades, beads or hurricanes this year. Rather, I was just as pleased as punch to simply celebrate over loads… Read More
Since we welcomed Cookie into our lives just two short years ago, we’ve made a conscious effort to, at least once a month, take each little on a special outing with both Mommy and Daddy. Now, Cookie’s one on one time usually ends up being a shopping excursion or happy hour at the club, but… Read More
Yesterday we laid to rest Honey’s Uncle R, lost too soon at the young age of sixty-three. A soft-spoken, kind and gentle man, it hurts my heart that I didn’t know more of him. While Uncle R had neither a wife nor children to say a last farewell, he certainly would have smiled at the… Read More
While pregnancy for many (outside of my family at least) is nine months worth of excited anticipation, purposeful planning and a hint of nervousness, for my sweet little sister pregnancy was full of issues the doctors couldn’t explain, immense worry and cautious preparation. To say things were rough is pretty generous. She couldn’t gain weight… Read More
Last week I had the pleasure of dining out with both friends and family over a few remarkably yummy meals. I am reflecting on the good eats of last week because I have been relegated to leftovers from my parent’s visit this week. The Melting Pot A few times a year, usually when bestie E’s… Read More
One day a year, on Super Bowl Sunday,we celebrate Man Day. You see, when Honey became friends with bestie S’s Mister, he was superbly jealous of his Man Day. So a few years ago I caved and granted Honey’s wish for his very own Man Day. It goes just as you’d expect: I get the… Read More
While I generally have absolutely no reason at all to complain and I skip through my days feeling totally happy and content, occasionally I slip into an annoying little thing we call a “slump” around these parts. For as long as I can remember, and much like my dear Mother, I have subscribed to the… Read More