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You know…sometimes you just want to write about stupid shit and you really wish you could because you don’t want to think about your friend Josh, who just spent six weeks in a psychiatric hospital after the men in the white coats came and took him away because he lost his mind doing bath salts.

You really want to talk to him but he hasn’t come over since he was released, probably because the last time you saw him he was all paranoid and delusional and you had to have  your husband tell him not to come over anymore. You have kids to consider and even though they love Josh, they can’t be around someone who is constantly searching your house for imaginary intruders and begging you to tell him what the secret number is and slipping you notes containing warnings about your family’s impending assassination.

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Motherless Day Redux

Every year on Mother’s Day, I struggle a little bit. I’m not sad or depressed but I have mixed feelings about this day.

After giving it some thought, I concluded that those feelings haven’t changed at all since I wrote about Mother’s Day 5 years ago so instead of trying to re-invent the proverbial wheel, I’ve pasted it in below. Get the whole story »


A couple days ago I took my son, daughter and my daughter’s friend to the movies. We went to a theater in our historic district which bears an uncanny resemblance to Bourbon St in New Orleans. There are bars, restaurants, nightclubs and shops all up and down 7th Ave, the main drag. I think the only thing missing are the booby bars every 100 yards.

During the day it’s pretty tame with mostly tourists and business people walking around, so as I searched for a parking spot on 7th Ave, I didn’t even stop to consider that my ten year old can now read or that 7th Ave isn’t the most kid-friendly spot in town.

While we were stopped at a light, I heard her say to her friend “Look! Look! Look at that sign.” Me being the nosy parent that I am, I turned to see what she was looking at. I saw nothing unusual so I asked her what she was talking about. She pointed to the window of  popular gay club that was too far back for me to see.

“What? What does it say?”

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Yet Another Mom 2.0 Post (Brimming with insight, hyperbole, superlatives, link love and win!)

It’s that time again; the time known as after-the-blogging-conference; the time in which I spend what few quiet moments I have mentally composing a post that will effectively convey my experiences at said conference (all while trying, rather  unsuccessfully, to hit the ground running and get back into parenting mode).

For the last few conferences I’ve attended, however, I haven’t written that post. I just didn’t have that much to report, which is a polite way of saying my personal experience really wasn’t awesometastic enough to make the effort. Get the whole story »

Goodbye Baby Shmoo

Dear Shmoo,

I’m writing this while you’re still with me. I just don’t think I’ll be able to find the words later and frankly, I need to pass the time until the vet gets here. Sitting on the floor crying, like I have much of the morning, just makes my head hurt. But at least you’re here sleeping in my lap and we can spend this last bit of time together.

Not sure how aware you are of things but Daddy came home for lunch today, I told him we had to let you go and we cried.

You were the kitty that won him over, despite a raging cat allergy, seventeen years ago. All the other animals are gone. You are the last of my first babies. Soon that part of my life will be over for good. Get the whole story »

Anatomy of a Mom Blogging Career

I’m super late getting this post up for the Ultimate Blog Party ’11. It’s something I’d been meaning to do but procrastinated on because I wasn’t sure what to put in this post.

Why would someone who has been blogging for almost six years have trouble with this task, you might ask—as an experienced blogger, I should have, always at the ready, a bio comprised of some key facts about myself and my blogging accomplishments, peppered with humor and garnished with just a dash of self-deprecation.

But here’s the thing…after blogging for this long, I realize I’m not cut out for constant self-promotion; I’m just not very good at it. And the old-timer in me is maybe a little bit snobby—I was a part of the first big wave of mommy bloggers. I’ve rubbed elbows with all the biggest names in that arena and some I even consider friends. And I, myself, was a fairly popular mommy blogger at one time. I had daily pageviews in the thousands, won awards, received accolades in major media outlets, been published in magazines, as well as a book and been treated like blogging royalty by big companies. Get the whole story »

Thanks a Lot, Folks

Back when I was just out of high school, I had this really crappy job working at a dry cleaners. I went to my  college  classes in the mornings and in the afternoon, I went to work in what could only be termed as a kind of hell because seriously, in Florida, someplace that generates that much heat AND doesn’t have any air conditioning? Is hell.

But it was pretty easy and by the time I got there, the owner was gone for the day so it was just me and another girl my age. The  lack of supervision is what really appealed to me. I heartily disliked being micromanaged and having authority figures breathing down my neck all day and so I put up with the perpetual discomfort in exchange for a wee bit of freedom at work. Get the whole story »

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