Housewife Tuesday

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

Believe it or not, I used to be easy. Call it low self esteem. Call it the 90’s. Call it not being able to pass up (what was supposed to be) a good time. Call it what you will. Now, however, I have to be an example. More like, I am an example of how to do EVERYTHING

A few days ago I liked a post on Facebook.  It was a post with a photo of cake.  Not just any cake, mind you, but a rainbow cake.  It was a white cake with rainbow frosting between each layer.  Much to my surprise, “liking” this cake was my coming out.  I kid you not. 

I am sitting here in a great house on the Cape. This is a tradition my family has carried on all my life. We take a week, pack up 20 or 30 bags of groceries and head off on 28South. This tradition has been going on way before I was born. It is actually rumored (and the timing

“Dying when you are not really sick is really sick. Really!” – Charles Dumar from the movie “Better off Dead” On Wed, May 23rd at 5:01pm I turned 44. No big deal. I’m happy getting older. I don’t have to make excuses for my crazy. I don’t have to consider the feelings of others. I can just

My Mother had her bowling league. My sister has her “coffee clutch”. I have supper club. Supper club consists of me and three of my girlfriends. We meet every six weeks or so for supper, drinks and conversation. Our most recent meeting was at Café Capprico where the conversations start with books, movies and after some hardcore drinking,

“Tell him ‘nice job with the yard.” Seems like a compliment but it was the snotty text my ex sent me the other day. He believed that someone else had been cleaning the yard. “Him” refers to the man he believes I’m seeing. The “Him” is me. Normally, I try to shy away from fighting with my

I have always prided myself on being a cool girl. I was always at the cool places with the cool artists types. I would sneak my face in every photo possible. I have jumped on every trend from shaving my head to waxing my privates. Ego the size of my ass. That is until today.