I met my new best friend today. No, it’s not a giant can of spam. She doesn’t even eat faux meat. At least I don’t envision she does. See, we haven’t actually met…yet. Advertisements
April is National Poetry Month. I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing the first poem I ever wrote…many…many moons ago.
Like most moms, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books. Every night we glide through sleepy rhythmic cadences, while smirking at the hidden educational lessons masked as silly little rhymes. But every once in a while, a book comes along that makes me wish my vocal chords had been severed.
A few weeks back, we had a little fun with some weird a$$ song lyrics. Now that we’ve wiped our tears of laughter, it’s time to pull out your those hankies again for some sap. Pretty little ballads have always been my favorites. Here are just a few for you to enjoy. Songs so beautiful they’ll break your heart.
So I’ve been struggling to recover from a severe case of writer’s block. Leave it to the beautiful blog, Rendezvous En New York, to help me heal by nominating me for the Love In Ten Sentences poetry challenge!
It’s been a while, I know. I apologize for the distance, er, the lack of distance logged rather. But I promise, stupid dear RunKeeper app, to make it up to you with miles upon miles of record-breaking sprints power walks. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve definitely found that to be true.… Read More Dear RunKeeper…
Mommy woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. You know, the bed I share with daddy, the dog and now your wiggly 2-year-old brother who refuses to rest unless his hand is lying somewhere on my sleepy head.
It’s Monday. That’s all I got.
I see you, minivan mom. You swore you’d never succumb to its elongated frame and matronly…well, everything. But lo and behold, baby #3 came along and kicked that promise right to the mother lovin’ curb. And now here you are schlepping droves of squealing children around to t-ball practice, surrounded by little landmines of goldfish cracker crumbs… Read More How to Feel Like You’re Not Driving a Minivan, When You Are in Fact Driving a Minivan
You either love her or hate her. But you have to admit that by being apologetically herself, Roseanne taught us some of life’s most valuable lessons. Here are just a few.