I married a backseat driver.

We all can list certain characteristics that make it a wee bit harder to love certain people. And if you say that you can’t list any annoying characteristics and that you love everything about everyone, then you better get your rump out of here now because your pants are on fire.  Three characteristics that sometimes…

You be you.

Do you ever get in the thick of an embarrassing situation and play it off like you intended it to go down that way? Yeah.  Me too. Last week, my mom ride was in the shop, so I drove my husband’s car. My hubby’s car is sportier than my kid wagon, so I was feeling…

No good deed goes unpunished.

I look out our kitchen window to see frosty air pressed against everything. I turn the knob to the storm door and find the interior handle is frosted. I give our bulldog an aggressive nudge to hasten his speed out the door. You should start your husband’s car for him. No. I pull on my…

Surrounded by a band of ukuleles.

A week had to pass before I could recount this terrible experience in writing. Last week, sometime after 8 PM, our doorbell rang. I was certain it was UPS, but Drew heard a commotion. We were all upstairs. I was in my pajamas because it was after lunch. Drew went to investigate, and as he…

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…