Did you know that my brother is an artist? Well he is. And he’s crazy talented – like “his work should be shown in important galleries” talented. And that’s not just the family love talking (okay .01% love – but the rest is strictly objective). My parents’ shop participates in a Key West event called…
Category Archives: Big Piece of Cake
Remembering Susan
A couple of weeks ago, I posted an image in honor of Susan Niebur, a local blogger battling a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer. I didn’t know Susan well – only met her once. But we shared friends and acquaintances. And, of course I followed her courageous story through her writing. When I learned that Susan…
Stupid
It’s a loaded word. And we use it all the time in so many different ways… “How could I be so stupid?…then the stupid coffee maker broke…don’t say stupid honey, it’s not nice…don’t be stupid, of course I’ll help with…that stupid dog was barking all night…please don’t say stupid sweetie, it hurts feelings…” I’ve tried explaining that it’s…
Horse Hell
You know those girls who are obsessed with horses when they’re young? They pretend jump ropes are reigns and run around the playground neighing and whinnying with their other horse-crazed friends? They inhale books on horses and collect plastic replicas to display on shelves? I was NEVER one of those girls. I never took a…
For Susan
The DC Moms are hosting a ”@whymommy love fest” today and this is the image I sent in for her digital card. Want to contribute your own heart? Click HERE for full details (just remember that you only have until the end of the day). I don’t know Susan well, but I’ve been inspired by her courage,…
And Then I Started Watching The Walking Dead
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here… I was busy with family in town over Christmas, and assumed that I’d be back to wish you a Happy New Year on January 1. Or at least by January 7. What’s that? February is right around the corner? I noticed that too. And for the life of me, I don’t know…
Holiday Weekend
First – a PSA on behalf of all holiday novelty items that relatives may consider sending to our children: “Don’t. Please.” I like to call this picture “The Island of Misfit Christmas Decor Characters” Pictured: Hallmark Snowman (unmasked to reveal that he’s really a robot), Nutcracker ornament with a broken head, one-armed Dancing Santa and nose-less Frosty the…
Love at the Bridge
Blue ribbons in support of the Donaldsons – and a tree for Christmas: Kim from Mosey Along and her sister, Lianne wanted to do something for our good friend Anna and her family this holiday season. “Since we both love photography and have been so touched hearing how the Donaldsons’ friends and neighbours having been using…
Annual Christmas Tree Report (Alternatively Titled: The Grinch’s Small Tree Grew Three Sizes That Day)
Every year I write about my Christmas tree. I know – other people write touching annual posts in honor of their children on their birthdays. But not me. I write annual taunts about how my Christmas tree kicks your Christmas tree’s ass. Because tree decorating is my thing. I won’t re-write my Christmas Tree Nazi…
The Myth of a Perfect Holiday Season
My mother tells a story about how she once spent the night before Christmas assembling 100 tiny plastic escalator steps in Barbie’s shopping mall. Her parents were both in the hospital and she didn’t actually start shopping for presents until Christmas Eve. She says there was nothing left in the stores—she had to buy the…
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.