>I hope I’m not the first person to remind you that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. But if I am, don’t fret. I’ve got plenty of last-minute ideas sure to make even the most brittle romance blossom like a hothouse flower. Take a look: Forget flowers and chocolate; there’s no more foolproof way to get busy […]
February 13, 2008
>I was Krogering on an ordinary Saturday afternoon when a slightly panicked voice interrupted Michael Bolton on the supermarket PA system. “Security, code blue! Security code blue!” I didn’t know what ‘code blue’ meant, but I hadn’t heard that much anxiety in a Kroger employee’s voice since the time a Spider Man backpack had been […]
February 12, 2008
> Tina learned the hard way that her trashcan-as-bustier idea was maybe not such a good one. “You can stand under my fugly feath-ahs, feath-ahs, feath-ahs, hey, hey, hey…” Was that Cher at this year’s Grammys, or an aging Bratz Doll? You decide. Prince was gracious after losing “Best Pompadour” to Alicia Keyes. It was […]
February 11, 2008
> 11-month-old Bruiser has far fewer friends than his sister did at his age. With her, I was an eager new mom, desperate to “socialize” her even before she could talk. I plunked her down in her first playgroup when she was only four months old, propping her up from behind since she couldn’t sit […]
February 10, 2008
> Loyal readers here will remember Punky’s first soccer season all too well- the angry parents, the ring-around-the-rosey on the field, the oversized jerseys, and the overwhelming angst I felt almost every weekend facing the prospect of another game between three-year-olds and their anxious and sometimes angry parents. Well, guess what? It’s baaaaack. That’s right, […]
February 9, 2008
> One of my favorite places to take Punky is our local museum, which has a room for kids that’s full of various stations where they can paint, draw, build towers, and even make prints on a printing press. At four dollars, it’s about the cheapest art class I can come up with here in […]
February 8, 2008
>I wrote this last night, shortly before the Starbucks employee told me I had about 15 minutes to get home before the storm hit. That storm leveled 30 houses and killed 12 people about ten minutes up the road from me, but the Ferrier family is okay. I’ll write more about it over at Parents […]
February 6, 2008
>”I have something I need to tell you,” I told my husband on the phone the other day. “What’s that?” he asked. I hesitated. “I don’t know how to say this…” “Just say it,” he said, sounding a little bit nervous. “I’m…. I’m….” I couldn’t get the words out. “You’re what? Tell me!” “IthinkI’maDemocrat!” I […]
February 5, 2008
My parents, in happier times. “My mom used to be really good friends with John Travolta’s niece,” my oldest stepdaughter told me today on the way to a soccer game. “Oh, really?” I said. “Wow. Was that when she lived in California?” “No,” she said. “It was here. They were in the same comedy improv […]
February 4, 2008
