Saved, by the Rickshaw

We are in the height of dance competition season. While that can mean fun times with our teammates and lots of opportunities to perform publically; it also can mean STRESS! Now that I have two competitive dancers in this house, the possibility for stressful things to happen has doubled. The first competition of the season,…

What do you do with baby teeth?

The other day I caught the kids snooping. They found a box full of memorabilia and were having a fun time going through it. It included items such as the hospital bracelets that no longer would fit around their arms and old birth announcements. They all agreed that the note I wrote to their dad…

“Hope is a beggar.”

Sometimes there is not enough chocolate in the shake to right the wrongs of the world. I curse myself for not having any chips in the house and where the hell did I stash the Nutella? Currently, my tastebuds must tolerate freezer burnt Tin Roof Sundae. I am a shitty mom. There…I said it. Not…

On Truth & Beauty

A couple weeks ago I asked my kids how they would describe me to someone else. I must be a glutton for punishment. Boy Q said, “I would say that you’re…so, SO OLD! Like really old!” Then he dissolved into laughter. Girl Q sensed that she needed to say the opposite: “I would say that…

Kindness is best served with crow

Cue the music stylings of the band Fun to play in the background of my musings…. It surprises me how my ex-husband’s “song” with his girlfriend somehow can serve as an anthem to the progress I have made in healing from divorce. I elected to “not sink like a stone” despite the numbers reflected on…