We like to play dress up around here. If you were to just pop in on us, it’s likely you’d find me in a tiara, Ada in a cape and Eli wearing cat ears. Halloween is second only to Christmas for us. I always let Ada pick my costume because
I invited readers to email me questions about anything and everything. Here’s a few of the most frequently asked questions with my answers. If you have others you’d like me to answer, send them my way! Q: What exactly is your job? A: I get it. People don’t understand what
I love my husband. You can read all of the mushy reasons here. But beyond that stuff, there’s the weirdness of our relationship or rather, the freedom to be weird, that keeps me starry-eyed with this man of mine. The thing is, we are total opposites. We don’t make sense
It’s 5 AM and I’m wide awake. Being a Golden Girls fan, I think of this as the Cheesecake Hour; that point when you wake up in darkness and you have to snack the worry away. I don’t have any cheesecake. Instead I have a horrible barking cough and a
I come from a long line of obituary readers. The kind of women who sip black coffee while reading each and every life story, all the while shaking their heads and saying things like Lordy, Lordy. And sometimes, if it was someone who died in an especially tragic way, they’d
I wrote this essay about my sweet and sassy grandmother a year ago this week. We lost her last January, a few days after Christmas. She was one-of-a-kind; a hairbrush-singing, camel-whispering (seriously, she made friends with a real camel) sweet-tooth with a Tennessee-temper. I hope you enjoy this memory of