Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every day in some way you feel like a newly fallen turnip. A rookie. A beginner. A little wet behind the ears. When I had a baby, I glanced over my shoulder to discover regurgitated breast milk dripping down my back. That’s when everything — not just motherhood — seemed a little more important. A little more up in a ponytail. A little more up in the air.

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Whirlwind Italy

(Guest post for ShawnSmallStories.com) Last summer my husband Gordon and I took a whirlwind trip of Italy with my entire family. When most people use phrases like “entire family,” they mean their parents and maybe their sister. When I say it, I mean my parents, my sister Liz who lives in California, my sister Bonnie…   read more

Princess and the Potty

Yesterday I received news you dream of hearing. It wasn’t that I had won the lottery, or that I had become fully hydrated without having to drink water, or that John Krasinski had become my fan on Facebook. It was that Madeline had gone pee-pee in the potty at preschool. It’s a first. For weeks,…   read more

Auditioning 101: Avoid it if You Can (And You Can’t)

The following post is part of a guest blog for my dear friend Sarah at allmannerofinspiration.com. She is kicking off a fantastic series for Creative-types to help inspire, challenge, and inform the creative process no matter what your creative outlet may be. And for you actor/singer types, you know there’s one part of the process…   read more

The Chuck E. Cheese Effect

When I was a kid, Chuck E. Cheese had a full arsenal of animatronic terrors — five or six at least, their globe-eyes blinking with their paintbrush lashes. Chuck E. Cheese also had the groundhog game, the one where you whacked the iron heads of fury until your arms unscrewed. There was also the ball…   read more

Jack-O-Yanterns Trump Yightning

Halloween is not Drew’s favorite holiday. I dropped him off at school yesterday and he would barely sit on the steps with his costume-wearing classmates, much less wear a costume on his own. For weeks people have been asking who he is going as for Halloween, and for weeks he has been saying “Yightning” —…   read more

Video: She’s Walking!

Thing Two really started power walking/runway strutting on Sunday. If you can get past my motherly blatherations in this video and concentrate on Thing Two, you’ll be richly rewarded. Oh, and wait for the end. It’s the best 47 seconds you’ll spend all day:

Would You Rather Be a Girlieman?

I like to play a game called “Would You Rather” with my sillier friends. It’s kind of like Truth or Dare except without the dare and where the truth is entirely hypothetical — just the kind of game risk-adverse control freak first-born romantics love to play. Each person takes turns answering questions like, “Would you…   read more

Preggo and Perspiring. At a Pageant.

Right before I gave birth to Thing One, a friend asked me to judge a beauty pageant. My friend is a former beauty queen herself, first runner-up Miss Texas to be exact. (She should have WON.) In college I was her piano accompanist when she would go around making appearances and singing. Most of the…   read more

Split Endings: An Ode to Mary

A couple of weeks ago, my hairdresser broke up with me. I had been trying to find a way to end it myself, but she made it easy. It was the conclusion of a seven-year relationship, a relationship that was full of tenderness, sympathy, understanding – everything but monogrammed bath towels. We didn’t have the…   read more

Gnaw-able Headware and Cake Prudery: Thing Two Turns One

I mentioned in a post last week that Madeline has Lauren Hutton teeth. I think this picture from her birthday party proves my point: What can I say? She’s a supermodel in the making. And if she keeps her pudgy figure and her patchy hair and never grows another tooth, she’ll still be the most…   read more