[This is where I would normally post a photo but I refuse to sensationalize anything else about this subject.] I was driving home from Jazzercise this morning, feeling all pumped up and happy, and singing along with the radio when Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke came on. Up … [Read more...] about miley wasn’t alone on that stage
Personal Essays
my epic parenting fail
My daughter went back to school today to start her senior year of college. Before we dropped her off at the airport, though, she asked me a question that still haunts me: “Did you ever decide what your most beautiful body part is?” I know I have to give you some history to … [Read more...] about my epic parenting fail
reading by kindle-light
I love books. Not just reading, but actual books. You remember those? Made out of paper? With interesting covers that you weren’t supposed to judge the book by – but always did? With pages that you had to turn using – I’m sorry, children, I don’t mean to scare you – your … [Read more...] about reading by kindle-light
i find myself here
I am re-posting this as part of a midlife BlogHop. You know that feeling when you wake up in a new house and the rooms are arranged differently and you’re not quite sure which drawer your underwear is in now or where you stored your favorite mug? But you’re still waking up … [Read more...] about i find myself here
I’m starting to look like a snowman
I know. You’re laughing and thinking, “Oh, Lois, you do not. You’re so …” And, as you’re smiling affectionately, you take a closer look, and stop dead in the middle of your thought. … [Read more...] about I’m starting to look like a snowman
forget aging gracefully. i’m planning to age gratefully.
I have no interest in aging gracefully. Passionately? Oh, yes. Enthusiastically? You bet! Gracefully? Uh, no. … [Read more...] about forget aging gracefully. i’m planning to age gratefully.
going way, way back to my summers at camp willoway
As I was laughing and crying watching The Way, Way Back last week, it dawned on me that the most authentic coming-of-age movies – the ones that bring us right back to our own awkward years of growing up – always seem to take place during the summer. In fact, when I really think … [Read more...] about going way, way back to my summers at camp willoway
yes, I’m still a daddy’s girl
Today is my dad’s 85th birthday, and I am so lucky to be able to celebrate with him. We’ll do what we both like to do most – go out to lunch together (with my mom, too, of course!) and spend a couple of hours talking about my kids, politics, movies, work, the Yankees, whatever’s … [Read more...] about yes, I’m still a daddy’s girl