How to stay warm in a Chicago winter
I grew up here. I distinctly remember the Blizzard of ’79, when we got nine feet of snow. I learned at the tender age of six that an ironing board is an acceptable parking-space holder, and that if you ignored …
I grew up here. I distinctly remember the Blizzard of ’79, when we got nine feet of snow. I learned at the tender age of six that an ironing board is an acceptable parking-space holder, and that if you ignored …
Did you remember to set your clocks back this morning? If you did, I’m sure you enjoyed your extra hour of sleep. If not, I’m sure you stunned people being an hour early to church/brunch/tai chi in the park. If …
I’d like to speak to all the young women out there, perusing these ramblings of a middle aged young at heart homeschooling mom. I’m sure you’re out there, reading about my life of quiet desperation supreme awesomeness, so I’m going to share …
The month’s theme: Once More Into the Breach. Today is the first day of November, which marks the return of two delightful things in my life: Peppermint Mochas at Starbucks (oooh, imagine my surprise and delight this morning!…and should not …
It’s that time of year again, friends, when you toddle on into a school, sit in a wee little chair with your knees in your ears, and are presented with hard evidence of your child’s successes and struggles in school. …
Dear god give me strength I am going to snap and I should probably apologize in advance to everyone nearby because shards of me are likely to go flying and lodge themselves into someone’s eyeball. Perhaps I should explain before …
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with homeschooling since the moment we pulled A from school. Hell, even before we pulled him. It’s a mental tug-o-war, a high-speed cha-cha, played out daily in my head. I love you I hate you get …
This morning, after last night making known to the male residents of the home AND the dog that I would like to sleep in for the first time in awhile, I was up at 7:15 to let the dog out. …
As a general rule, I’m not a girly-girl. I like short hair over long, I keep my nails super short (because typing and fluting with long nails is an exercise in crazy-making; I almost chewed off a few nails the …
The irony is not lost on me, that I am breaking my self-imposed self-care hiatus from my blog to write about self-care. (That is irony, Alanis!) (And if it’s not irony, hush, I’m tired.) Fall has fallen with a resounding thud here …