"Mom, Wallace got really hungry while you were in the shower, so I made him my top-secret family specialty -- A PICKLE SANDWICH!" Piers is my take-charge first-born, and he came into the world wanting to do everything for himself. One of his first understandable phrases was "Piers do dat." I was very much this … Continue reading This Will Never Be a Food Blog
"MOM!!!!!!!! Wallace is about to throw up!!!!!" The kids and I are on a never-ending country road returning from a long-ass weekend with Mamala. "Hang on, Wallace, and I'll pull over. I just have to find a spot." "Hurry!!!" Piers shrieks. Poor Wallace looks a little green in the rearview mirror. I spot a driveway … Continue reading Do Y’all Have a Church Home?
Last night Gil and I were in the middle of some much needed coupledom. I’m talking sex, and yes, it had been a while. Because, well, life gets crazy and hectic, and often these meshing together sessions are at the bottom of our to-do list. Things were moving along quite smashingly when Gil’s phone … Continue reading How to Balance Work and Sex
I recently discovered Tiffany’s delightful blog. LOVE this post. Enjoy!
Ahhh, the holidays. A time for family members to gather together and celebrate their unconditional love and support for one another; a time for reflecting upon the joys of — oh, who the hell am I kidding? It’s a time when family dysfunction rears its ugly head. A time when folks who normally don’t drink do, and those who do, drink too much. Cops are called, holding tanks fill to capacity, and faster than you can say “emotional suicide,” an accusation of “How could you forget the mashed potatoes?” turns into “How could you sleep with my sister?”
What is it about the holidays that brings out the worst in people? Stress? Mounting credit card bills? Food-induced hostility? Can’t we all just get along? (That’s a rhetorical question.)
Here are some suggestions for HOW TO AVOID FAMILY FIGHTS:
1. Become a Stepford listener: When your ignorant Uncle Frank starts spouting…
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This is a conversation I had with Wallace, my three-year-old, as we were driving to school yesterday. We had to be there early so I could rush to my doctor's appointment at 8:45, so the boys were eating their breakfast in route. Me: "Wallace, did you finish your sandwich already?" Wallace: "No, I gave to … Continue reading I’m Allergic
Mamala called yesterday and announced that she'll be arriving around lunchtime today. She also informed me that she will be staying in a hotel. Okay then. That's my mother for you, a big bag of nuttiness packaged neatly -- Southern, blond, appropriate, and Republican. Bless her heart! And mine as well. In preparation for her … Continue reading Here Comes Crazy