When I head to the grocery store I have a few lists – my mental list, my husband’s written down list of things he’s noticed we need, and lastly my subconscious list that gets triggered as I walk the aisles (or depending on how hungry and/or PMS I am the evil list that somehow throws […]Read More What’s In Your Friend’s Grocery Cart?
Over on NYCmoms today I’m talking about whether or not a blog is the place to get even or at least get angry at people in my life. Personally I think I’m too afraid of offending people I know than actually being honest when it comes to issues with family and friends, and it turns […]Read More Is A Blog the Sweetest Form of Revenge?
When we moved into our apartment seven and half years ago it was in “estate condition.” This is New York Real Estate lingo for absolute disaster. It was a sponsor apartment meaning even though the building had gone Co-Op in the 1980s some tenants remained renters and the landlord just waited until they died or […]Read More NYC Moms: The Seven-Year Redecorating Itch
My daughters hate labels. I don’t mean they hate the “name” brands, I mean they actually hate the fabric labels inside of clothes. They tend to itch and rub. They also hate seams, appliqués and embroidery that can be felt on the inside. In other words, I have to touch everything I buy for them […]Read More My Seven-Year Old Does Not Need a Bra, Thank You Very Much
The trees are budding, the robins are returning and the hats and gloves have come off. But, that is not how I know it’s spring. How do I know the weather has turned for the better? I spent all day Sunday throwing up! When I picked up my daughters from school two days ago a […]Read More First Sign of Spring – Vomit!
In the last few months I’ve read several blog posts railing against the PTA moms at various schools. The complaints are usually the same – they’re overbearing and pushy, busy bodies trying to vie for the principal or teacher’s attention, do-gooders who get off on making the rest of the parents feel bad. Yeah, yeah. […]Read More I am one of THOSE PTA moms – and Proud of It!
Here’s the thing about the word playdate, sometimes the “play” part goes well, and sometimes, well, it just feels like a date. An awkward, stressful, when-will-this-afternoon end date. In the toddler years it’s usually a double date with the stranger mom or nanny in tow and then you have to make conversation, which in New […]Read More You Call This a Playdate?
Of all the ways your life changes when you have kids none is more drastic than the way you travel. Gone are the days of a small carry-on with a book, an ipod and some trashy magazines. Suddenly your carry on is like Mary Poppins carpet bag – full of snacks (both salty and sweet), […]Read More Flying the (Not) Family-Friendly Skies
I grew up in Brooklyn way before hipster boutiques and cute home furnishings stores dotted the avenues. Back in the 70’s and 80’s Brooklyn shopping was synonymous with one word – BARGAIN. And finding those deals was a sport for my mom, brought to new highs when my grandmother visited from Michigan and the two […]Read More Real Moms Never Pay Retail
For an entire month my family and I lived, traveled and ate our way through Italy. We picked herbs from our garden, painted watercolors during the hot afternoons, swam in the pristine lake, ate endless amounts of fresh pasta and gelato, and drove all over the country in a quest to open up our daughters’ […]Read More Suffering From Post Vacation Stress Disorder