midnight mommies

As I walked by the grey-haired little old man with warm brown eyes and weathered tan skin, I couldn’t help myself but to say, “Bon soir” with a smile. I was a alone and so was he. I was wearing my wedge heels and short shorts and a black lacy top and a black backpack purse on my back. Oh my God–an overnight sack perhaps?

Once you land on the European continent, each and every shrill scream that can be heard from your child’s mouth when she is angry and the “cute” tendency to knock things over and act like a lummox in a china shop will go from dwelling at the level of partially manageable to driving you totally insane.

There were ten of them, maybe twenty, walking in a fine delicate line across the counter top as another group of four or five worked mightily on picking apart a flake from a piece of bread in the corner of the windowsill. How’d that crumb get up there? More important, how did those ants get [...]

It’s time that someone finally said it: coupons suck. I know, I know, there is an incredible thrill that you experience at the store register when you watch the cashier lop some chunky amount off your bill and turn your purchase into a great deal. Believe me, I LOVE that feeling. Unfortunately, with the total [...]

Yes, that was me the other day who posted on Facebook that I needed a hug. It’s been a rough go since I got back from Mexico City (which was wonderful by the way and yes you should go) because something not-so-fun happened on the drive home from the Baltimore airport. I got stopped by [...]