Humor, Life, Marriage, Menopause, Motherhood, Music, My Book, Universe

September 23rd

I told a friend last week that I will enter menopause on September 23rd, and she was astonished because she thought I was already there, and I was like, oh no, no, no, that's all the bullshit building up to it. The appetizers served before the meal. The preview watched before the movie. The calm… Continue reading September 23rd

Family, Favorite Things, Life, Motherhood

Keeping Calendars is My Hoarding Cats

I have a secret hoarding issue. I keep old calendars.     I have kept a day planner on my kitchen counter (and now one for blogging on my desk) for so many years, I don't even remember when I started. But I end up keeping the planners long after they have been used and… Continue reading Keeping Calendars is My Hoarding Cats

Family, Life, Motherhood, Music

These Will Be The Good Old Days

  There's this catchy song by Macklemore and Kesha (I know, I am just as surprised as you) that has been humming in my head all summer; playing on the car radio in between destinations; on the Apple Music account when Ella is dancing or when Anna is getting ready for the day.   I… Continue reading These Will Be The Good Old Days

hollywood, california, travel, budget
Humor, Motherhood, Travel

California. On a Kari and Anna Budget

A few years ago, Anna and I discussed going on a girls' trip after she graduated from high school. I'm not sure when we started talking about it, but it became less talk and more action over the last two years. Because when your teenager requests to vacation alone with you, you take it seriously. We also… Continue reading California. On a Kari and Anna Budget

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Anxiety, Life, Marriage, Menopause, Motherhood

I’m In Therapy

    I feel so Seinfeld, so Mad About You, so oh I don't know, Diane Keaton movie about living in New York City and having a mysterious and very interesting life, right now. Remember when going to therapy meant you were rich? Or lived in the big city? Or were a nutjob? It doesn't… Continue reading I’m In Therapy