Chatham's Lighthouse Beach is there, somewhere, promise. I had exactly one week to plan my Bloggy Little Roadtrip #G2NO to visit my friend Sue in Cape Cod (you know, she lives in a hamlet, hates lobster) and by that I mean wrestling with mother's guilt (which never gets old, btw, sorry!) and tuning into The Weather Channel 24/7. It's like Mother Nature is going all pre-menopausal here on the East Coast and, well, my luck (or, lack thereof) I would make it ALL THE WAY THROUGH CONNECTICUT (sorry, driving through non-stop traffic in such a long state requires UPPERCASE not... Read more →

My husband, Garth (NHRN) made me drive 6 1/2 hours, by myself, to be with this woman (yes, on purpose!) The morning I left for My Bloggy Little Roadtrip #G2NO (Friday, I think!) three out of four of the kids were off from school -- my 16yo attends a specialized high school, they run on a slightly different schedule and no she was NOT happy about it -- but, my son was still VERY upset. "I had a dream that you died." Grrrrrreat...best send off...EVUH...right?!? "Is there something you're not telling us, Mom?" Even if there was, it wouldn't matter,... Read more →

Me and Sue (a.k.a. As Cape Cod Turns) BlogHer 2009 I first met my bloggy-friend Sue IRL (in real life and from behind the computer screen) while attending BlogHer 2009 and, right away, it became clear to me that we were very much alike. Okay, except maybe for the fact that Sue has blonde hair while I'm...hang on a second...(looks in mirror)...a brunette (this month, anyway!) Aaaaanyways, she lives in a hamlet. No, really, they have them up there in Cape Cod, MA. Or, you may know it as Cape Cad (if you're from New England) also, Cape Cawd (if... Read more →

A Pear of Hearts After finishing perhaps the juiciest pear on the planet (seriously, you SHOULD be salivating) when one of your kids walks by, looks down at your plate and hollers: "DON'T MOVE!!!" [eyes go WIDE, slides teeth over teeth, checks for creepy crawlies] "Let me get your camera!!!" Aaaaand, after nearly 9 years of hitting the publish button, proving once again that old school bloggers never die, they're just busy trying to remember where in the h.e.double hockey sticks they put their camera, as said nearly-grown kids continue to provide you with some really gosh-darn good blog fodder.... Read more →

Remember when I was all, like "WAH!" I am officially a mother of an 18 year-old (a.k.a. a fully-grown adult) and you all were, like: "Really?" "Aaaaand, you've only had 18 years to prepare?" "Get over it, already!" Or, maybe it was just the voices in my head (okay, you guys, shuddup for a second!) Then again, raising 4 kids (not to mention, killer dust bunnies) I have grown accustomed to hearing and/or responding to at least 4 different conversations, at the same time (it's a gift) I am THAT good of a lis-sen-nuh. Aaaaanyway, said 18-year old went out... Read more →