My three older girls race to my car as soon as they see it in the car pool line. Are they excited to see me? Probably not. I’m the mom who scoffs at their requests to stop at Sonic on the way home (a bold...
My three older girls race to my car as soon as they see it in the car pool line. Are they excited to see me? Probably not. I’m the mom who scoffs at their requests to stop at Sonic on the way home (a bold...
Nine years is long enough to accomplish something really good. Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel frescoes? Ten years. Einstein’s theory of general relativity? Eight years. The moon landing? Eight years. U2 when they were good (1983-1991)? Eight years. Nine years is also the length of...
I never give out my social security number, for the obvious reason. Together with my name and birthdate (easily found on social media), my social security number is all an identity thief would need to make my life miserable. Though I do hope...
Facebook—the means by which you update your Facebook friends (most of whom aren’t actually your friends) with your every random thought and the last picture you took on your smartphone, and share the link to the article you haven’t actually read. Most people...
Do you know what today, January 28, is? National Kazoo Day, yes. National Blueberry Pancake Day, that too. It’s also the 23rd anniversary of the last time the Dallas Cowboys won a Super Bowl (or even made it to the Super Bowl). And...
I’m talking about memes today after a Dwight Schrute meme gave me a parenting smackdown. Do you remember This is 40, a movie about a couple approaching 40 while dealing with struggling businesses, a shaky marriage, and bickering kids. A running joke throughout...
Siobhán is a really hard name. At least in Texas. Or any where else outside of Ireland. The one benefit to having to spell it outlaid multiple times a day is my girls have been able to spell my name from a very...
It’s Wednesday January 2 and the kids are still on Christmas vacation…for another FIVE days. And I have zero leverage. Gone is the threat that Santa will dock them a present for bad behavior. Gone is the promise of driving around to check...
Starting after Thanksgiving, I park my car a house or two down the street. Why? Am I making room for a “Lexus to Remember” complete with a big red bow on top? Nope. I’m desperately trying to preserve my kids’ belief in Santa....
Nothing dates you like dropping a song reference. Do you remember this one from Howard Jones? You can look at the menu, but you just can’t eat You can feel the cushion, but you can’t have a seat You can dip your foot...