“Shit, another one?” That was my first reaction on Friday when I heard about the shooting at a Santa Fe high school. I was not shocked. I was angry. Sad. Fed up. Pissed off. Devastated. Anxious. Heartbroken. Fearful. Frustrated. Hopeless.…
Fact or Fiction
I started a new bedtime ritual with the kids. Before we read books, we play Fact or Fiction. Here’s a recap from tonight’s session while lying in bed with my sweet Annie Bea. Me: Fact or Fiction. When I was…
Happy Hustler’s Day
When I was 15-years-old, my father dropped me off for my first day of work at Aunt Emmie’s Ice Cream Shoppe. Before I got out of the car he made one thing clear. I had to hustle. Dad: Don’t let…
Sorry, Not Sorry
When I bump into someone, I say, “I’m sorry.” Even if that someone was technically the real bumper. If I interrupt a blowhard in one of my meetings, I apologize. Even though that blowhard was probably due for an interruption,…
OMFG
While playing a sweet, innocent game of chess with my son tonight, I answered a text message. (Don’t judge me. It was a text about happy hour. You would’ve done the same thing.) Anyway, obviously frustrated, Grady started complaining that…
My Type
I never thought I had a “type” but after seven years of dating and a decade of marriage, I think it’s safe to say Jason is my type. What type is that? Jason is the type of guy who doesn’t…
I Dropped Him on His Head as a Baby
Ten years ago, Jason and I were putting the final touches on our wedding plans (aka, having drinks with friends at a bar in New York City). That’s when we got the news. A young couple named Stevie and Milo…
Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom
Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom, I don’t know if this is a true story. But in my mind it is very real. I believe one day years ago, I heard your daughter, Meredith, tell the world something you taught her. It…
Armadillos and Coconuts
Coming home from the gym one morning, I found an armadillo crossing the street in front of our house. An armadillo! Not something you see every day. So, I ran inside to tell my family the exciting discovery I’d just…
To Kindergarten or Not to Kindergarten
In September 1983, I was 5-years-old. So I went to kindergarten. (Shout out to Mrs. DeRiso from St. Margaret’s Catholic School in Little Ferry, NJ.) My parents didn’t question whether I was ready. It never dawned on them that maybe…