Don’t you think that out of all the things on earth, your own brain should be more of an ally? After all, it is inside your own head. And somehow it is you. Or at least it feels like it's you, doesn’t it? (I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess y’all are just like me...

Dear Bathroom Architects, I have a plea. Please (and by please I mean ‘for the love of all that is holy’) do NOT put skylights in bathrooms. It seems nice, to have a little outside light while you’re doing your toilette. ...To check the weather while you take care of...

The other day my whisk wrote me a letter. Dear Giant Chef Lady, Please stop resting me in bowls.  I am a whisk.  I was made to  twirl  and spin  and dance.  Not to rest.  When you put me in a bowl, my soul dies.  I must to leap out.  I must be free.  I was meant for...

Up there at the top of the page it say, “Life is funny. Not funny, but funny.” It doesn’t say that because I think life is nothing but a barrel of laughs. Far from it. But I do think that the hard things in life, the annoying things, the frustrating things, the...

The whole fam’ went snowboarding last weekend. Lest you think I’m hip and young, I’ll reveal that turned 40 long enough ago that 41 is peeking over the horizon. And though I have snowboarded before, it was once, twenty years ago. (Seeing as I feel more like I’m 25...

I had good intentions for a fun Christmas gift for my husband, but I slacked and it didn't get done. I'm thinking it still may happen though, because we're still IN the twelve days of Christmas, right? Right. I think...googling...Nevermind, the twelve days of...

It’s almost New Years. Last week I did a stellar job of bringing you a post filled with Christmas Goodness and Joy, so I thought I’d keep it up and address the obvious topic for this week. New Year’s Resolutions for 2016. But there’s one problem with this - I don’t...

That isn’t some sort of metaphor. It was real turkeys and they really were following me. Christmas is in three days and it feels like I should write something Christmassy. Something profound and moving. Unfortunately, I’ve got nothing like that in the ol’ brain. What...

Remember I told you a couple weeks ago about how bad I am at being the Tooth Fairy? And how my nine-year-old still unquestioningly believes in her contrary to all logic? Well the other day my six-year-old daughter joined in. She’s lost a handful of teeth already. The...

As I write this, it’s December 7th. Using higher math I can calculate that we sit 22 days from Christmas. Wow. Let’s just take a moment to admire how bad that math was. I’m pretty sure most people would erase that and stick in the right answer. Instead I’m going to...