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Always Share Your Biscuits

Monday I will send my kid off to spend the day in a colorful classroom with warm teachers and friendly children. What a death-trap. This is our first experience with kindergarten. I’m eating a lot of cookies and worrying about the size of his book bag and whether he’ll remember his lunch box. Will he… Continue reading Always Share Your Biscuits

Everyday living · family · Kitchen · Uncategorized

Tom Thumb

YAWN. Oh, you know. No big deal. We just ate at Chef & the Farmer (www.vivianhoward.com) last night. Chef Vivian Howard. Stellar PBS show A Chef’s Life. GAH. Still swooning over the experience. Did I mention VH’s parents sat next to us?  I’m not a “foodie.” I don’t know about food. I just eat it… Continue reading Tom Thumb

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My Patronus Is An IKEA KALLAX Shelving Unit

Before there was a Charlotte location, I didn’t know anything about IKEA outside of the store’s Swedish roots. Because I lean toward a more traditional aesthetic, I didn’t bother to pay attention to IKEA. Mid-century modern is for people who don’t like to sit in comfortable chairs! Finally, some friends of mine punched me in… Continue reading My Patronus Is An IKEA KALLAX Shelving Unit

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Stay Away From The Perverts

I hope you have an elderly person in your life.  A nice one, not a crotchety one; that’s just a mean person that got old. It also helps if he/she can hear. Because when he can’t, he tends to fill in the gaps with completely unrelated words and that’s how rumors get started. You: “Boy,… Continue reading Stay Away From The Perverts

Everyday living · family

Herding Slugs

Asking my children to clean up toys, put on shoes, brush teeth, etc., is like herding slugs.  Look.  I get it.  They’re small.  They don’t have control over much in their lives.  They are distracted easily by bright colors and their brains come up with random questions like, “Why do we have hair? Why did… Continue reading Herding Slugs

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Get Off Me

I have a burning heating pad on my stomach for reasons I don’t feel like explaining to my sons. It’s the only relief I’ve had all day. My kids are arguing about the TV. There’s some pushing, yelling. There may be swords involved. Was I seriously expecting them to work it out? I call them… Continue reading Get Off Me