I actually get excited to use sunscreen on Little Friend. No, I’m not thrilled about the squirming, screeching, writhing beast that my precious little girl turns into any time I…
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This is a cool place. I mean cool. The type of place where I survey the other diners and feel itchy in my clothes because I’m not clad in well-worn…
“They grow up so fast” I hear from everyone. My parents, my friends, other moms at the pool, the sweat-drenched mailman, the harried grocery store clerk, the homeless woman. It’s…
I have a confession to make: I’m taking the easy way out with today’s post. I’m stealing some memories from my France 2006 travel journal rather than writing brand new…
Certain things are meant to come in pairs: “Burt + Ernie”, “almond butter + apricot jam”, “Fred + Ginger”, “Mazeroski + home run”, “goat cheese + my tummy”, to name…
Little Friend’s toes are knocking the tips of her shoes. When I attempt to shove one of her compliant feet into her too-small shoes, she gives me a squawk and…