My husband plays a lot of hockey in the late evenings. A lot of hockey. I would never ever ever suggest to him that he play less hockey—he loves it, it’s great exercise, and let’s face it, I am more than perfectly happy to be in control of the remote for…
Sometimes back-to-back crappy emails just make you want to go back to bed for the rest of the day. But, you know, since I have narrowly escaped this whole jet lag thing—mostly due to the fact that I basically kept EST while on the west coast, awake at 5am, asleep…
The last time we went on a real vacation, we were celebrating a tenth anniversary and a 30th birthday. We went to St. Lucia, where I proceeded to lie on my back with a drink in hand for an entire week. I’m telling you. I did not move a muscle,…
