Dear friends,
I want to write something positive. I want to inspire. I want to get my head above water. I need to regroup. I will write once I find a porthole. Continue reading →
Dear friends,
I want to write something positive. I want to inspire. I want to get my head above water. I need to regroup. I will write once I find a porthole. Continue reading →
Eight years ago on Super Bowl Sunday, I was two months pregnant with Jenny, and I had round-the-clock morning sickness. To this day, I tell Jenny that she was worth every trip to the bathroom. One of my favorite pictures is a shot of me, looking awful from the morning all day sickness, holding a gallon-sized container of Atomic Fireballs. There’s something about the hot spicy jawbreakers that kept the sickness at bay. They were an absolute lifesaver. I had an Atomic Fireball in my mouth for 7 months. Poor Will was going on four years old. He got used to me hanging out in the bathroom. In fact, after Jenny was born, I was doing something, let out a cough, and I heard Will say, “Mommy, are you throwing up again?” Anyway, we had been invited to a Super Bowl Party. I was sitting in a chair, trying to summon up the strength to put on my shoes. I did not want to go to the party, but I didn’t want to disappoint Mark and Will. I looked at Mark and said, “I’m so sorry, but I just can’t go. I feel like all I’ve been doing is trying to simply exist.” He looked at me, let out a sigh of frustration and said, “Well, that is all you’ve been doing.” Continue reading →
Put down that piece of fudge and check out these quotes. (Actually, that was more about me and the fudge. We made an outstanding batch of fudge this year — velvety, smooth, dark, rich… The nice thing about being single is that you can take a fourth/eighth piece of fudge and you won’t get the Evil Eye.) Continue reading →