I fished out just the right amount of change to pay for the parking garage. I considered it a sign and eased into my parking space with a smile. Warm sunshine poured down as I found my way to the bookstore for Rae Meadow’s Mother’s Day author reading. The afternoon was a gift to myself, a l...

Working out is hard to do. It’s even more daunting when you’re a Mom. How do you fit it in? What’s the best workout in the least amount of time? Do these yoga pants have a built­­-in panty liner…’cuz if we are going to jumping around, I may spring a leak. Answers to these questions and motiv...

Soft jazz floated through the air and a spicy chai, brimming in a generous coffee mug, rested within comforting reach. The Lit Wit crowd arrived one by one and Ashley swept in with, “Where’s the purple velvet sofa?”. Raves were heard all around from The Lit Wits for Beth Hoffman’s “Savin...

Your hands tell a story. Mine are more “Driving Miss Daisy” than “Sixteen Candles”. I’ve inherited my grandmother’s freckled, paper-thin skin. My Russian-born doctor was even clucking over the state of my hands at a recent doctor visit. I had proven to myself this summer that I do not “...

Know why professional photographers never feature teenagers on their marketing websites? Here’s why: It was Thanksgiving. It was cold. It was bright. All was not calm. When it came to choosing a picture I used The Christmas Card Rule, whatever picture Mama looks best in that’s what we u...

Old pictures. There is nothing quite like the nostalgia, or the horror, of childhood family photos. Usually an episode of laughing until you have tears rolling down your face is involved in this visual trip down memory lane. An indignant mother is too. "That was in fashion." "It was your f...