Random Nonsense

Melodrama is my middle name. As I continue to ponder my existence, dread (more and more) the pending work deliverables, feel increasing an...

I woke up super early this a.m. and, instead of going to the gym, decided at the very last minute to pack for vacation tomorrow. I felt conv...

In my quest to make 2010 the "Year in Miracles," I attended Catholic church on New Year's Day with my mom to kick-off the new ...

Last night I went out to dinner at Good Luck with a old friend from NYC who was in town on business. Very, very nice to see him. A few ho...

Our family's latest Sunday ritual involves whining the following line repeatedly: Do I have to go to church? Last Sunday, I said to Son ...

Gray skies. Dreary. Perfect day to clean up a bit. Catch up on other people's blogs. And take Son #1 to his acupuncturist who I now lo...

Much of Saturday was spent in an ongoing cycle of "he said that I have the worst memory," "he called me stupid," "h...

Matthew 11:25-30, "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Like an ox that doesn't realize there is a stream at the end o...

"I don't think of myself as a poor, deprived ghetto girl who made good. I think of myself as somebody who from an early age knew I ...

I coerced Margaret and Martin to go to St. Patrick's with me last weekend since we were headed next door to Saks anyway. It was so crowd...

Yesterday, during KidMo (the kid's service at church where I volunteer), the host, Johnny Rogers, taught the kids to "be specific...

Two nights ago, as I was putting the boys to bed, son #2 curled up into his pillow so I couldn’t see his face and began whispering. I asked ...