Category Archives: Life in the middle

Put On Some Neon

They’re baaaack! This could apply to so many things in my life right now: hot flashes, gone after a brief stint on HRT that ended badly; acne, though it never really left; and the worst… neon colors for spring and summer! Having lived through a few fashion cycles, I never thought I’d see the day… Read More »

She’s Crafty!

I am a crafty person, like Martha Stewart crafty. Over the years I have sewn many skirts, knitted my share of scarves, built bookcases and tables, and up-cycled dozens of garage sale finds. Making two beautiful children along with their own food supply (placentas totally count as creating your own organ!) would be among my… Read More »

Wedding Bell Blues

So my ex-husband is getting married. Yay!? Congratulations!? Good for you!? What a great couple!? I’m not really sure what to think about this. I suppose I’m happy for him. And the girlfriend is as nice as a future wife of an ex-husband could be. (She will be stepmom, too.) When he told me, I… Read More »

The Scotsman

If someone had once asked me to describe my perfect guy, I would have told them the different types I liked. There was “The Scotsman”: tall, red hair, skinny (basically Conan O’ Brian with an accent), and very funny. Also equally enjoyable was “The Italian”: tall, dark wavy hair, green eyes, muscular, strong with a… Read More »

Madame Opera

It’s official. The votes are in; I am the most embarrassing Mommy in the world. The other morning while driving my kids to school, I dialed my satellite radio to the alternative ’80s channel (First Wave) looking for some cool morning tunes we could all get down to. ABC’s “Shoot that Poison Arrow” comes on.… Read More »

A Girl And Her Taxes

Growing up I did a lot of things “all by myself.” In my family, if you asked for help you were lazy, stupid, or a failure (according to my dad). I built a bookcase at 8, hung wallpaper by 10, and had my own checking account at 16. But when I got married something happened.… Read More »

Grammy Was A Ho!

When I was in college, my two best friends and I came up with a name for all the crazy adventures we were having: we called them “Grammy was a Ho” stories. We figured that when we were older and had kids, we would be too embarrassed to tell… but when we were really old… Read More »