You fight for us well, dear.

Ahem, ahem. It’s my sugarbabe’s day o’ birth, and I‘d like to honor him with some words. One of his best qualities is his loyalty. In fact, I often call him my Doberman. Though my Drew is particularly even-keeled, try to attack one of his people. Try. One of his people happens to be his…

I intended to raise an effective communicator.

I love words. They emote. They encourage. They connect. Even as a young person, I loved words. So much so that I had vocabulary flashcards. (It’s hard being this cool.) So of course, we would endeavor to raise an effective communicator. Of course.  An effective communicator would benefit society. After all, aren’t most of our problems…

Sometimes, you just agree to disagree.

My sweets and I just celebrated our nine-year anniversary last week. It’s in the context of health and wellness and committed marital longevity that I publicly chew on a recent matter. Now, I’m not writing for sympathy. No, sir. I merely seek an impartial arbiter to rehabilitate some vivacious moments between me and Dear Drew….

THROW EVERYTHING AWAY.

Have you ever played a game of match that lasted a lifetime? Sure have. Just did, as I rummaged through my endless piles of unmatched family socks. What kind of mother houses all the unpaired household socks in a single container? A mother who has moved too many times in the past few years and…

Mom talks to young son about body, fails miserably.

With all the testosterone floating around our house, rearing boys with healthy relational and physical boundaries is at the forefront of my mind. The thought of trotting out the birds and the bees in writing is enough to make a gal squeamish. Never mind trying to explain it to your sons. (We’ll save that for another day, and mostly for their dad.) But…

Today’s the day.

Have I ever told you how much I love Valentine’s Day? Well. [Sheepish grin.] [Looks down at floor.] [Clears throat.] Forgive me. If there’s ever a day to unabashedly declare my love for people, today’s the day. Now, life at a law firm has taught me that not everyone is a “hugger.” And that’s okay….

My pet Iguanas.

Greetings, long lost friend. I’m squinting at my computer screen through a plume of Lysol as I peck at this post, trying to account for January. My little petri dishes have cycled bug after bug over the past month, but last week truly merits a tribute. Our Andy had been fighting the vomit comet days…

My one shining moment.

By now you know this blog is a form of therapy for me. Yes, you repeatedly lend me your ears. I gladly fill them each time. You wear your therapist hat. I pull you into my weather pattern and expect you to shelter me there. So here I am again, perched on your sofa. But…

The new normal.

Here we find ourselves three months into life with two children, having nose-dived to this point if I were being candid. How do people with multiple wardens do it? One moment, I’m hovering around my two, radiating warm fuzzies, hoping they’ll take online college courses and live with me forever. Next, I’m nursing a frantic…