We all have a story…this is just the first chapter of mine.
In the fall of 2011, I hit a wall. I’ll call this wall “The Big Kahuna,” because it wasn’t made of Velcro. It was made of the most heavy-duty super glue I could have ever imagined, and I couldn’t bounce back because I was glued on tightly – that damn adhesive got me, and I didn’t know what to do or where to go, because I didn’t want to allow myself to be weak.
Thanksgiving is my favorite time of the year. The stress of Christmas shopping hasn’t begun yet—no standing in line at 3:00a.m. for dolls that burp, hiccup and pee in their pants. I get enough of that at home. No maxing out credit cards that suck the life out of my finances and take the majority of my adult life to pay off. No blinking lights synchronized to hip-hop Christmas music or re-gifting of moldy fruit cakes from 2009. Does anyone actually eat those things? READ MORE
There are a few more gray hairs on my head today and I have earned every one of them. I went through a harrowing experience and now, as Thanksgiving is fast approaching, I am expressing gratitude that my daughter and I are safe. READ MORE
The other night, as we were getting ready to go out, my husband asked me once again if I really needed everything in my purse – a word I use loosely since the bag I carry is closer in size to a small suitcase than to a dainty little handbag. Because my 50-year-old hormones were raging, rather than simply saying, “Yes, honey, I do,” I proceeded to dump the contents to show him exactly what I was toting around with me. READ MORE
When The Hunger Games: Catching Fire alights on movie screens this weekend, I’ll be lining up with my tween sons to see it. Rather than worry that it is too violent, I’ll use it to talk about the real life violence it symbolizes off-screen – in the Congo, in China, and in America. I will confess with not a little shame, “Guys, we are The Capitol.” READ MORE