Harmony and Hollandaise

It is 7:49 pm – or at least it was when I wrote this.  A typical school night … I am on the couch, home from umpteen carpool trips to and from the track, the middle school, the soccer fields … my husband isn’t here.  He is at the golf course.  It is quiet ……

Ever asked a five year old to multitask??

OK, OK … so I stepped away from writing for a few days. Not intentionally, more by accident … life threw me one of those curveballs and I bobbled it, dropped it and have spent the last week trying to find it so I can huck it back to where it came from. See I…

SURVIVOR Suburbia Neighborhood Style

Earlier tonight … I was on my way to soccer practice (not for me, for my daughter) when a thought so profoundly funny hit my brain that I almost had to pull the car over. You know how I’m throwing a SURVIVOR party for a bunch of (dare I say, privileged) eleven year olds this…

Who Wants A Pony??!

I am stumped.  Any guesses why??  A few hints … It’s not because I can’t figure out what to get my father-in-law for his birthday.  Not because I don’t know what to make for dinner or where I’ve managed to lose yet another set of car keys.  And I’ve given up on learning HTML so…

Phone Home

The ride home was quiet. It was dark. The car hummed like it had a habit of doing.  I don’t know if my father’s car was the only one that hummed, or if all silver Mercedes sedans did that in the early eighties.  Either way, I thought it was a rather delightfully odd characteristic that…

Once a Stupid Adult, Always a Stupid Adult

“Now shut up before I slap you silly!” That’s the sentence. The one that turned my attention from laundry folding (well, I don’t really fold – it’s more like tossing of clothes into separate baskets designated with each child’s name). All the same, it was the “Now shut up before I slap you silly!” sentence…

Literally Alice

The greatest thing about being young, and by young I mean younger than anyone who would potentially be reading this … or anyone that is presumably out of grade school, is that they have the innate ability to say what they mean, and actually mean what they say. For example, I have a ten year old…

The Average Life of a Fruit Fly

Ever set one of these up before?  It’s a fruit fly trap.  A paper funnel in a Ball jar with vinegar and rotten fruit in the bottom.  We probably caught two hundred fruit flies … really.  Our kitchen was loaded.  And what does my animal-loving twelve year old do with the jar … she takes…