It’s that time of year again. Time to party with 5 Minutes for Mom. 5 Minutes for Mom is hosting the Ultimate Blog Party. I’m happy to participate. I’m no stranger to the 5 Minutes for Mom Ultimate Blog Party.…
It’s that time of year again. Time to party with 5 Minutes for Mom. 5 Minutes for Mom is hosting the Ultimate Blog Party. I’m happy to participate. I’m no stranger to the 5 Minutes for Mom Ultimate Blog Party.…
Last October we pressed pause. Briefly. I knew that something awful was coming. Not a family issue or anything to do with jobs, but a change was coming. The second to last week of that month we braced. We prepped…
Day two of my “no morning carpool week” dawned. I could feel the weight lift off my shoulders. I didn’t have to leave the house at the crack of dawn with my two kids and pick up two other kids en route to…
I’m a creature of habit. If I do something and like it, chances are good that I will do it again. It is not that I don’t like change…I do…but I’d…
A day late and a dollar short. Yep, that’s me. I’m not one to jump on the bandwagon when it is still moving. Nope. Generally I wait until said bandwagon is at a virtual stop. Wouldn’t want to be trendy,…
From The DC Moms You know the phrase “welcomed with open arms”? I’ve been the new kid on the block more times than I care to consider. First, as a young child moving from a school in one country to…
A few weeks ago I couldn’t bend my mind to this question. The question I was pondering was “What Is Your Word for 2013?” I had no clue. No words popped in to my mind. Why? I was too busy…
Either a writer doesn’t want to talk about his work, or he talks about it more than you want.– Anatole Broyard My first writing prompt of the year. Perhaps my first writing prompt ever?! First on my blog. I’ve done…
Things that make me say “Hmmmmm.” Today’s hmmmmm-inducing moment…I searched my blog for the word “bucket” to find my Bucket List post. Apparently, I have used the word “bucket” 137 times on my blog. Doesn’t this sound like a lot?…
Some of you may be surprised that I am British. I mention my British-ness here and there. A memory. An anecdote. A tale of my childhood. Probably most obvious when I meet someone. I always hear “You have the faintest…