Last week, the world lost an amazing person. My high school English teacher, Mrs. Pierce, died on March 19. I can still hear her raspy voice teaching me how long a paragraph should be. I can see her floating around the room in her signature floral dress, checking everyone’s papers. In 11th grade, I… Continue reading Mrs. Pierce
Whose Door Will You Tape a Heart To?
Valentine’s Day in our home has a long history of being, honestly, just bad.Let’s just say expectations never live up. I grew up with a mom and grandma who made amazing Valentine’s dinners with pink tablecloths, balloons, candy, and flowers. It was magical. So I tried to recreate that every year for my children. Then… Continue reading Whose Door Will You Tape a Heart To?
New York City, Baby!
I flew to New York City with my friend Jen last week — and boy, are my arms tired, as my dad would say. A few months ago, I wrote about how my friend won a trip to see The Bethenny Show and invited me to come along. I am definitely the Rhoda in this… Continue reading New York City, Baby!
BBQ, Big Brown and Burgoo
When you have a family you love who lives a long distance away, you will go to any length to see them. You will travel through congested airports. You will drive hundreds of miles on lonely highways. You'll brave rain, snow, sleet, and truck stop restrooms just to feel their hug or hear their voice.… Continue reading BBQ, Big Brown and Burgoo
How OHIO Turned Into OH Hell No
This past weekend, I attended a fantastic reunion in my home state of Ohio. Let me provide some context: I spent all four years of high school in the marching band. Four years ago, I thought it would be a good idea to start a Facebook band alumni page for my small town's award-winning band.… Continue reading How OHIO Turned Into OH Hell No
Hormonal Room Changes
Last fall, my then 12-year-old daughter wanted her room to look more grown-up. You can see all the changes here. She loved it! I loved it! Then piece by piece, the room imploded. Oh, a mirror here, a piece of artwork there. Slowly and one by one, I would find random pieces sitting outside her… Continue reading Hormonal Room Changes