Last year, I was taken by surprise.
I went shopping for Halloween decorations in mid-October, only to be met by bare shelves, a couple of sad-looking skeletons and a few assorted window clings.
Primarily, I saw a lot of Christmas angels and sparkling candy canes.
I'm sure I had the same look of outrage on my face as when I went out looking for snow pants in November and found shelves of T-shirts and ads for bikinis. But that's a different story.
So this year,I…Continue
My son is turning into a little Steven Spielberg.
It's a talent I never expected from my formerly shy little boy.
It all started when I bought a little flipcam on sale. Silly me. I thought I'd learn to make videos - maybe create some book trailers, you know, learn a few new tricks.
Instead, my son was instantly mesmerized. "Cooool," he said, holding it in his hot little hands. "Is this a video camera? Can I make videos? Like on YouTube?"
I was a little nonplussed.…Continue
It's a holiday weekend. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I have the day off.
I should be ecstatic. Instead, I'm fighting the blues. It's silly, I know. But end-of-summer time always does this to me. I absolutely love summer. I love the sun on my face, I love my little flower garden, and I love the lazy, slower schedule.
Tomorrow, the kids go back to school. And that means it's back to packing lunches, helping with homework, volunteering in the…Continue
We were in the car the other day, my son and I.
"Mom," he said. "What are you afraid of?"
What am I afraid of? Ugh. He has no idea. Frankly, I wish I didn't, either.
I'm having surgery in a couple of days - I'm not a good patient. I have a very low pain tolerance. I'm pretty much afraid of doctors, afraid of hospitals, afraid of needles, afraid of blood, afraid of just about everything except the anesthesiologist, whom I…Continue