Dear Blankie Ball,
It’s hard to believe that the last time I wrote you was three years ago. So many things have changed since that time. Your size, your name, and your smell are all so different than they were in the beginning. Time has not been kind to you, and you certainly don’t hide your battle scars well. (more…)
This past weekend, we celebrated my 41st birthday. I’d been reminding Ali for the entire past year that I wanted her lobster ravioli for my birthday dinner, and it was just as spectacular as I remembered it. I also challenged her to make a lemon pie. I really hope she shares that recipe here soon. I’m convinced the world would be a nicer place if everyone tried it. The dinner is what first comes to mind when I think about that night because, well, yummy food. But that was only a small part of my celebration. (more…)
We are only four months into the year, but already I am recognizing its theme – rules and unexpected visitors. The girls have enjoyed new experiences with friends and stepped into the world of online gaming. This week, they continued to enjoy their new social life, and I had an unexpected visitor, time. (more…)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman raising a child must be in want of a husband. (My apologies, Jane Austen.) But seriously, folks, isn’t that the common opinion? Some single mothers might indeed want to marry — but not all. (more…)
Lesley has had a lot of experience with interacting with and hosting neighborhood kids. Her house is the place to be in their neighborhood. So far, I’ve lived vicariously through her experiences, enjoying her stories and laughing at her sometimes distraught texts. This weekend, though, my house was invaded. (more…)
