April 23 14

One of two things happen every time I buy sunglasses. The first is that they get stolen—by a certain 13-year-old who often sneakily makes off with my shirts and leggings and everything I shrink in the laundry. The second thing is that I hear that familiar sound of a child-size…

April 20 14

We had a mostly uneventful drive home from Virginia. Mostly we discussed all of the stops we usually make (Read: bribes) that we couldn’t make along the way because of Passover. Ice cream? Nope. Doughnuts? No. Boxes of cookie crisp at our usual Target detour? No can do-sville. “But what can…

April 17 14

There are just so many matzah crumbs in my life right now. My children, who normally eat on a fairly normal schedule (it’s best we don’t talk about the drinking, because I swear to god, my kids drink water like fish—all the livelong day)(Do fish even drink water excessively?), are…

April 14 14

We are well into the throws of Passover eve around here, this strange in-between-y limbo stage where you can no longer eat the 8 million things you cannot eat on Passover (leavened things included of course) and where you can’t quite partake in matzah festivities just yet (the unleavened things…

April 9 14

I used to dread when my husband was away. Business trips, ski trips, press trips. Dread. The dread would begin the day the trip was added to the google calendar and it wouldn’t stop until he was unpacking souvenirs from Utah or DC or Las Vegas. The reason for my dread…

April 8 14

I’m still in akismet hell over here which is incredibly frustrating since the backend (*snort*) of my site is moving molasses slow—no really, we’re talking 28.8 dial-up slow—so when inspiration strikes to write something incredibly profound (read: incredibly not profound) I race to my laptop and then wait, wait, wait and…

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