We had last painted our bedroom about ten years ago. We painted it a taupe color that I loved. Interestingly, it was the same paint color that was in my ex in-laws' condo. I had texted my former mother-in-law a few weeks before to ask her what the name of the color was. I can’t… Continue reading On Painting Bedrooms and Dying Hamsters
I hope that doesn't make a bunch of new people want to read my blog. To be clear, I'm not "doing" Joe. But for real, I'm doing something wrong at Trader Joe's. I don't know what I'm supposed to buy there. I do have a few favorites. But when I walk into a Trader Joe's,… Continue reading I’m Not Doing Trader Joe Correctly
Menopause cry journal, courtesy of Mary Ruefle.I have something very similar—except mine is a migraine journal filled with big black M’s instead of C’s. Two weeks ago, a friend texted me a link to an article by Mary Ruefle titled Pause. Mary Ruefle wrote her essay Pause in 2015 about her experience with menopause. That… Continue reading Understood
This month's post is in Korean (Hangul, which is the alphabet system for the Korean language) in honor of Ella's 12th birthday this month and her love of all things Korean... BTS..... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqz6Adx63w8 Bulgogi...... ...and everything in between. Happy Birthday, sweet girl! We love you so much! 당신은 해상도를 만들 수 있습니까? (Do you make… Continue reading 나사 그 나’먹 먹는 먹-부품 나인 (Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Part Nine)
I had no idea that January 1st marked a brand new decade until three weeks ago and only because I read it on a friend's blog and was like, well shit. Although, according to my friend up there, "well, some will argue that the decade doesn’t officially end until December 31, 2020, because there was… Continue reading It’s The End of the Decade? Sounds Like an R.E.M. Song to Me
This month's post is partially in Italian to honor the tradition of my Dad's "famous" Christmas Eve meatballs that go along with our annual Christmas Eve spaghetti dinner. I asked my dad to tell me again the story of how the Christmas Eve spaghetti and meatballs began, and here it is paraphrased: My Dad's foster… Continue reading Vite it, Sto mangiando Tater Tots- Parte Otto (Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Part Eight)
A Grace Full Life 