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.
Music and writing are two of the loves of my life, so song lyrics are kind of like my soulmates. And like any great love affair, things can get a little confusing at times. Maybe I’m missing the artistic symbolism of these lyrics…or maybe they’re just super duper, incredibly strange.
Thank you, Hug Me Elmo, for spontaneously working tonight after seven months of silence. Screeching “I love to hug you!” in the still darkness of my finally-sleeping-3-year-old’s bedroom.