Borderline fiascos seem to be a consistent theme for hosts of weddings. My parents hosted a lot of weddings at Pierce’s Inn in the Seventies and Eighties. Cooking and serving a meals for eighty people is a recipe for disaster in itself. » Read more
Getting feedback on my outfits from my kids never goes that well, but I can’t seem to help myself. Luckily I have a strong ego, because any time I stretch a little outside my fashion range, they don’t hold back.
While my dress up bar is low, occasionally I bust out with a little razzle-dazzle. » Read more
Teaching my kids to drive sets fire to just about every one of my worst traits. I am really not cut out for the job. If it weren’t for Mike Birbiglia’s comedy CDs, my kids would never acquire the driving hours needed to get a driver’s license. » Read more
Optimists make chicken salad out of chicken shit. Boston Sports Media seemed so desperate for news and viewers this week that they were making chicken shit out of chicken salad. Yes, Tom Brady is aging but is still one of the top quarterbacks in the NFL. » Read more
Being a parent of ski racers could blow your mind if you let it. When our kids were too young to know any better, I was actively steering them away from ski racing, even though my husband and I were both ski racers. » Read more
One spring morning in 2005, I was out enjoying the post-winter warmth on a run. I was feeling terrific. My friend, with her five-year-old in the back seat, stopped her car to chat. She mentioned how she had read an article in the paper about an upcoming show I was performing locally. » Read more
Finishing the NY Marathon with my body and sanity intact was a lifetime achievement. I felt joy for the first 15 miles, moderately strong for another 9 miles and quite uncomfortable for the last 2.2. The cocktail of Gatorade and shot blocks with a cliff bar at mile 19 may have contributed to the less than excellent feelings in the birth canal of that run, but it was worth it. » Read more
A couple of months ago, I was out for a run and came upon a single, red bra cup on the side of the road near an old farm. It was just one sheeny B-cup fading in the sun on the side of my road. » Read more
It is hard to imagine what leads to a 46-year-old woman like me to be sitting in an extra-large adult diaper watching Patriots News. Fate is actually the thing that got me here. I am now convinced that the Universe aligns to bring such occasions into my life. » Read more
We are in the birth canal of summer. Before the last days of school and spring sports season, it is a whirlwind of details with kids. Since we started Parenting On Track, we have taken ourselves out of a lot of equations of our kids’ responsibilities, but spring seems to bring us into the heart of almost every aspect of their lives. » Read more