It snowed today! It’s either Octsnowber, or Snowtober. Our Frankenpumpkin got a snowcap! Now I have an excuse to turn on the Christmas lights around the door that were left up from last year.

I sexted my dentist. Oh yes, I did. Yesterday I texted “I love you” to my husband – only it didn’t go to my husband, it went to my dentist.

Sh! It’s Wordless Wednesday. This is when most bloggers shut up. They post photos.

I’d like someone to do a study that compares the minds of six-year-olds today with the minds of six-year-olds back in the Dark Ages, when I was six. When I was six we survived on a steady diet of Lucky Charms and Scooby Doo, and all intellectual and philosophical discussions revolved around Barbie and her little [...]

“I’m probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.” ― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year 1. Take a deep breath – it’s gonna be okay. 2. It’s perfectly okay for you not to know when to let go of the maternity pants.

Every year Fiona and I sneak off together to the Renaissance Faire for a Mommy and Me (and Swashbucklers and Tarot Readers and Shakespeare and Gigantic Turkey Legs) day. Here’s a shot I took of her in her beautiful Renaissance cape at the fair yesterday.

Happy Sunday. And happy apres Doomsday, again. It’s very late and Ella is on the bed beside me trying not to fall asleep. Past bedtime is when she starts waxing philosophical about life and death – she gets all Jesusy on me when she’s pooped. This is when she says things that I didn’t think [...]

It’s Doomsday today. Where the hell did all the time go? Have you done all your last-minute shopping? Did you buy your husband a gag gift yet?: Have you read my End of the World Etiquette Guide for Dummies? About 1300 people read it last Doomsday which just goes to show you how hungry everybody is [...]