As a working mom, have you ever found yourself scrambling around last minute to make all the Valentine’s dreams come true? The box. The valentines. Maybe even the…
It’s the New Year and my Facebook feed is full of pictures of newly decluttered closets, vows to rid the house of 40 bags of clutter in 40…
Blessed with strong Irish genes, I am built for potato famine and pumping out children to repopulate our people. Picture a wide center of gravity, thick legs, and…
What?? Did I just say that? Okay, here goes… this is an obviously touchy subject for many, with a hint of embarrassment. I mean, how do you go…
I smile at the cashier and say “Happy Holidays” as I check out of the grocery store line with a cart full of food for Christmas dinner. “It’s…
For the past year, I have been dating and indeed been in a full-blown love relationship with a man who is still married. He is, however, separated and…
Twenty-five days. From Dec. 1st to Dec. 26th, I’m a team player in the “Happy Holidays” games… I radiate joy and fa-la-la with the best of them (except…
We are all so concerned about the effects of social media on our children. There are articles that go into detail about the pain and trauma it causes…
I will defend my right to let my kids mangle the English language until you pry this “cockulator” from my cold, dead hands. I am not a gratitude…
I rarely remember my mother happy. She existed on a drip-drip of existential and real-time angst and an inability to let anything go for most of her 58…