If escapist fiction — often with a historical bent — is your thing, then read on to find out what I recommend, and I'll do my best each rainy Sunday to offer a few more suggestions.
Rainy Sunday reading
40 is the new 30, and other lies we tell ourselves
Much like vegans have to forget how good bacon tastes, I have to forget how awesome it felt to be 25.
Bringing home the (dog) baby
I never thought I'd say this, but bringing a puppy into the home seems almost as complicated as bringing home a baby human. Almost. But not quite.
Random acts of compassion
Weakness is walking away from people who need help. It’s hard to stop, and harder still to know what to say, or do. I'm ashamed to admit having walked away.
A message from the universe
Those of us who work out of the home are forced to share a bathroom with colleagues. These are rarely places in which we feel inspired.
Call me, maybe?
It usually starts with heavy breathing, but if you wait long enough, you’ll be rewarded by a few tremulous and stuttered words. By eight years of age, children should be able to facilitate their own playdates. To do so, however, requires endless amounts of coaxing, encouragement and lessons on that old-fashioned machine called the telephone.…
Thumbs down for 100th Day
I’ve learned not to glue edibles onto a five-year-olds clothing. Ever. Gluing edibles to a five year old and sending him to school is like painting him with honey and introducing him to a bear.
Confessions of an overreactor
Some people are calm in a crisis. I am not one of those people.
The fonder heart
Surprisingly few of us have the benefit of a spouse at home, every night, forever. Living with a spouse who travels for work, or who works ‘in camp’ is the pits. There's a lot I miss when my husband is away ...
Take me out to the ball game. Or not.
When you’re raising little boys there’s an expectation that you’ll do your utmost to raise athletes. But I'm tired of pushing, and I expect they are, too.
