You know when you buy a sweater because it’s on sale, and it looks so cute on the hanger, and it’s SO cheap, but you don’t have the time or energy to try it on first? And then you get home and find out that the sweater was designed for supermodels and not suburban…
Tag Archive: Listen to Your Mother
The Listen to Your Mother DC Videos are now online!
Did you hear the news? The Listen to Your Mother DC show is now online! It’s been a long week of back to school transitions (my kids) and recovery from a nasty virus (me) and some other stuff I’ll write about later. For now, I’d love for you to check out the fantastic readings…
Things that happened this weekend: a birthday, some blog posts and the undead. You know – the usual.
First, this happened on Friday. He’s seven. Be still my heart… And yes – that is a half-melted Carvel cake that you can buy from Target. HEY! It’s what he wanted. Martha Stewart was not required for that birthday party. Then – I FINALLY wrote a post about our Listen to Your Mother show read…
Did You Know That I’m Producing a Show?
Well I am. And no – I have no experience in theater. In fact, I’m not entirely sure how I managed scam my way into heading up this project… But somehow, I did! I’m producing the Listen to Your Mother show in Washington, DC. And luckily, I have a partner who actually DOES come from a performance background. Stephanie (or @MinkyMoo as…
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…
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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.