Mary Panza

By the time you are reading this I hope to be suffering a massive hangover from giant shots of tequila. I’ve decided to kick it old school. I am deciding this on Wednesday. God knows how I will feel tomorrow. The last week or so things have been strange. I got hit on Friday night. […]

In honor of me living so long (as I will be 45 next week), my sister will be telling the story: May 23rd, 1968 (the feast of the Assenection) was a beautiful morning.  It was spring. There was sunshine.  My mother didn’t have much of a garden that year considering she was as big as

I have never been on the receiving end of jealously before. It feels like shit. I want to start out by saying if I have ever made anyone of you feel like shit, I am sorry. With that said, what the fuck? I am really happy. My girl is happy and healthy. My bills are paid. The

A long standing tradition in my family is the birth story. Everybody has one. On Monday, my girl turns seven. Here is her story as told by me, her mother: I was so ready to have her. Her room was done. Diapers, wipes, breast pump, receiving blankets, crib and the rest of it. All ready

I am fortunate in many ways. I have a healthy kid, a good face, a house, a car and a job. I am very fortunate. I use the word fortunate because in my mind, fortunes are earned and therefore should be valued. Luck is too random for my taste and it always runs out. Another

Let me lay this out for you: I never routed for the princess. I always thought that they were like the girls in Catholic School that acted dumb or helpless to get what they wanted. I hated that mainly because I couldn’t get away with it. With that said, I had a daughter. So last week I

You thought I was going to talk about my weekend. No. The title is about a decision I made a few years ago. I was around 41, trying one diet after another and working out with a trainer that made dislocating my shoulder a monthly occurrence. I was sad in my relationship and as a mother. I felt

Saying I have hit rock bottom is an understatement. At least that is what I thought. I am alone, relationship wise, for the first time in my life. It is scary and uncomfortable. I don’t like it as much as I thought I would. When my girl is with her Dad and I can’t find anyone to hang

I have been trying to write this for a long time. Weeks. I have poor Thom dropping hints like bombs. I have been carefully piecing this along because it involves being a mother. I have three really good friends that are pregnant. I get excited about babies. I wasn’t necessarily 100% excited about my own as much as

Sounds simple. Some people make an entire career out of committing sins and then confessing them on TV or the internet. It has become an art form or even a rite of passage for the Jersey Shore generation. Doing penance is usually thrust upon you by a judge or jury. If you have committed a lesser (venial) sin