Curly Hair, Don’t Care

I remember the actual moment when my curly hair finally made sense to me, that ah-ha moment when drying my hair went from, are you kidding me in the exasperation sense, to the are you kidding me in the dang! my hair looks ah-mazing sense. I was on a business trip in...

Crushing Time with My Teens

If I had a dime for every time I’ve said, I need to figure that out, I swear to you I would be a millionaire at the very least. Then, if I added the nickel I got for every time I woke up in the morning and the words, I’m sooooo tired, before my feet even hit the...

The Lives We Tend

Like many folks, our family bought pumpkins last October as part of our fall tradition. We typically buy smaller ones that we can use inside on a tabletop or, in the case of our oldest teen, on a bookshelf in her room (alongside her 80s musician Funko Pop collection)....

The Gift of Days

For as long as I can remember I have responded to certain holidays with a mix of disdain and indignation; I’m fairly certain this response began with Valentine’s Day. Perhaps my initial reaction to Valentine’s Day had as much to do with what I interpreted as a...

Flexing Our Flexibility

As a fan of the sitcom, Friends, I have a handful of favorite, and often iconic, episodes whose scenes stick with me and whose turns of phrases I sometimes utter without even really thinking about it. You may be familiar with them, too; Joey doesn’t share food! (this...