I shouldn’t be surprised, really, because I’m struck by the same feeling at the end of every summer: The little burst of panic that it’s almost over and I haven’t done everything I wanted to do or, more honestly, everything I felt I should… Continue Reading “The end-of-summer panic”
I sit through taekwondo and ballet every week for them, so why shouldn’t they come to Zumba with me? Shouldn’t Mom get a turn to exercise to keep her body healthy, too?
I’m going to buy a big canvas and cover it with painted phrases that no one will really understand except me. That’s because the canvas will contain my manifesto — a list of personal commandments that will help me live my happiest life. One… Continue Reading “My own mommy manifesto”