Tomorrow is the 2 year anniversary of Literal Mom. Congratulations to me, right? The problem is, I don’t feel in the “congratulatory mood.” I’m watching bloggers
→My tween and I are starting to clash. photo credit She’s getting closer to those all-important teen years where her need to assert her independence will
→I’m always enthused about the changes that come with the new school year, and then the new calendar year. This year, the new school year was
→Advent (n.) – The coming or arrival, especially of something important. The liturgical period preceding Christmas. (freedictionary.com) I didn’t grow up Catholic. I converted in the
→Sometimes being enough for yourself means you have to be not enough for others. Our family (as in me, husband, kids) travel for Thanksgiving to (gasp!)
→How has your Fall been? Ours has been busy with a capital B. Crazy with a capital C. Exhausting with a capital E. Am I painting
→I gave up almost all caffeine one year ago this week. I did a detox where one of the requirements was no caffeine or alcohol. Friends
→I can’t straighten my arms today. And I haven’t been able to for over 24 hours. The pain is excruciating, and I think I may just
→It’s true confession time (again). The Catholic Church tells me confession is good for the soul. But some subjects aren’t really “confessional worthy,” so bringing them here,
→When you live in a college town, life can be extreme. The fans. The banter. The hypotheticals. The absolute assumption that everyone eats, sleeps and breathes