Tag Archives: mother of the year

The Queen’s Jubilee, Right in My Front Yard

I woke up super early this morning. It’s 0600. What’s the O stand for? “Oh my God, it’s early!” It was an effort to get some really good work in before I had to wake my kids to get ready for camp, because one they are up and we start the…

Pants on the Ground

My sister dies when we are on the phone. In between our very important conversations about vintage sample sales and failed crock pot attempts and my dog eating my underwear again, she gets to hear me. THE REAL ME. The one who says things like, “NO! You cannot come to…