Well that didn’t turn out as planned…

Just about this time last year I had a great idea for a series of blog posts. I had been all single girl, girl power, makingitonmyownjustfinethankyouverymuch for quite a while, and the question on the tip of everyone’s tongue was, annoyingly enough, “So, are you dating?” So I thought to myself, I shall sign up […]

Don’t go…

I find myself, for the first time in many years, facing the year end with not a glimmer of “Good Riddance” in my mind. Imagine me, if you will, furiously knocking on wood while I tell you this. It is not in my nature to count blessings out loud, lest whoever is in charge of […]

Rock Star Wardrobe 101 – A Preview

I may have mentioned recently how much I love this kid.  She’s a standard on the “what I am thankful for” list. And one of the best things about her is that she is solidly and completely HER. The very Sprout-ness of her.  She does her own thing, she is her own girl. She was […]

New Territory

The days are long, but the years are short. – Gretchen Rubin Yesterday I took Sprout to the Rite Aid to get stuff to build acrylic nails. Not because she wanted long nails, but because she had cracked a nail on her “fret hand” and was worried about her ability to play guitar in her […]

Ace of Base, Too-Short Pants, and Finding the Right Fit

My son, Tater, seems to be in a constant growth spurt. It seems that purchasing him new pants really makes those hormones kick into gear and within mere weeks, the pants that fit – or even seemed too long – are suddenly three inches too short. I don’t even see it happening. Every time I […]

Falling off of the slippery slope…

I remember a time, long long ago, when I was so concerned with what I looked like that I would skip class if I was having a bad hair day. Once I refused to go to computer programming class because my friend and I were wearing the exact same sweatshirt and the idea of sitting […]

D-Day

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper – t.s. elliot Apparently at 10:33 AM on December 7th in West Chester a judge signed a piece of paper freeing me from the bonds of matrimony. […]