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I’ve never been the kind of girl who has to run with the crowd. Nor have I ever been particularly afraid to do that, if the crowd is running in the direction I’m going. Today I’m going where a lot of blog writers are going – toward Motherhood. It’s Mother’s Day weekend. I love this

So I’m not a big breakfast eater. I don’t love milk, and I’m sort of disenchanted with maple syrup. But my Kids (and Husband) get a hot breakfast every morning. And some mornings, like this one, breakfast borders on dessert. I wish I had a camera. You’d want to lick the screen. Here’s what we

You know that realization that comes (more than once as you grow up) that this is a big, big world and you, lucky you, have it better than almost everyone in it? Kid 1 is there. Over the course of the past few weeks, she’s had her eyes open to the horrors of the WWII

* It’s snowing. And sticking. * Colds are returning. Tissues disappearing. Noses reddening. * Term is ending. Papers printing. Folders organizing. * April Fool’s Day is coming. Bewaring. * Hearts are healing. It’s time-taking. * To-Do lists are growing. Not shrinking. * Sugar-avoidance continuing. Tummy flattening. Pounds dropping. (I think. I threw away my scale.

So I’m trying to imbed a video. It’s not happening. For some science-y reason. But there you go. Nonetheless, take 18 minutes out of your life and watch THIS. My excellent SIL Jen sent it to me. It’s Elizabeth Gilbert – remember her? (in the video. not my SIL.) She wrote “Eat Pray Love” (of

So, so many times I’ve had this discussion: What makes you a writer? Well, I write. Okay, but when did you first start calling yourself a writer? Oh. That. When I was published. See? I’m an oxymoron. Oxy- part optional. But what I mean is that to be a writer, you write. That word, WRITER,