Parenting fail: Park outing edition.

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Sometimes you’ve just gotta pick up what the universe is laying down, you know? And sometimes it takes a blinking neon sign to the face to get me to realize that I’m being a little, well, crazy. Case in point: The other morning I woke up and thought, “Jeez, there’s a week and a half left of summer vacation. I really need to finish the items on the bucket list I promised everyone we would not be keeping this summer.” {Read More}

Skill sets.

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Lots of folks are posting (downright adorable) photos of their kiddos’ First Day of School pix. As we don’t start until September 8th and FOURTEENTH, respectively, I am not those people. Due to those samesuch constraints, my work output this past week/weekend has been- ah- lacking. Let’s go with lacking. But lest you think my cluttery weekend didn’t allow for self-reflection, I tell you NAY. Here are two things I said aloud in the past 48 hours: 1) I’ve decided that, {Read More}

Jasper went under the knife (no, Mom, I will NOT stop calling it that).

I call this "Numbed and pacified." (Also- they tucked him in post-op with his loveys. I mean HONESTLY.)

Allow me a moment of self-confidence, if you will: I’m good at a lot of things. A lot. I’m a speed reader. People like my cooking. And for esoteric classic rock trivia? None better. That said, put me in a hospital scenario and I’m a tweaky, abysmal basket case. The antiseptic scent makes my head spin and my skin crawl. The sight of needles makes me babble. The idea of needles and general anesthetic and I.V.s makes me a truly {Read More}

Reading across that rainbow with the #StreamTeam.

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Disclaimer: As a member of the Netflix #StreamTeam, I happily dish on the best of the curated best each month. And usually it’s a mash-up of multiple shows and movies. But not this month. Because August is dedicated to one show and one show only. Read on. (And while I’m compensated for these posts in one way or another, all thoughts, opinions, and off-key theme songs are entirely my own.)  I’m sure you’ve got a bunch of great, end o’ {Read More}

The first “family” trip without my Dad.

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At the end of Bon Voyage, Pittsfield week came Howdy ho, Cape Cod week. (Listen, some of us know how to “summer,” amiright?) Even though my family is sporadically far-flung and the majority of us have established households, it felt really good to spend our vacation in the spot that my Dad adored (and made us promise to visit this August), spread his ashes in the part of the ocean he loved best, and be together for reasons neither funereal nor {Read More}