It’s something you just gotta do, kid. One foot has to be placed in front of another, up the bus steps, and back down into that brand new school building…
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It’s okay if dinner ends up as a pile of foamy vomit on a straw-strewn floor. It’s okay if you gnaw on a haunch of chicken while sitting in wet underwear.…
Dewy-eyed newlyweds, we stood in our posh honeymoon resort and swore (I think there may have been pinky swears involved, we were young enough) to take honeymoon-inspired trips every five…
The screen door smacks. Feet thunder down stairs. Voices filter through the kitchen window, voices lifted over an open bottle of wine, a cheese platter, sliced peaches, seven shared decades of…
Trader Joes has my number on many things, but most recently, an evil temptress of a friend introduced me to Dark Chocolate Covered Marshmallows. I’m okay at exorcising the sugar demon of…
Bach, Beethoven and Brunch | Picnic shenanigans | Miss C 3 year old photo shoot | Miss I “cooling off” at Mellon Park | Pittsburgh summer | Mama-daughter pedicures…