Feminine Wiles

Yesterday, Darling Daughter turned 15. Today, she got her driver’s permit. She’s stretching her wings, while I’d prefer to snugly s...

It’s 5:30 a.m. and Carter and Darling Daughter just went to bed. Five-thirty in the morning, and we just returned from the movies – an exper...

Today was a good day. I’m not normally a fan of “snow days.” Yes, I get the whole "winter wonderland" thing.  And as a born and ...

I am 48. Have been now for over a week. Truly, truly, truly – I don’t mind getting older. Truly. (It won’t bother me when Cougar Bait ...

I’m no martyr. Yes, I know plenty of new moms who, before their little baloney loaf was even wiped down and weighed, were willing pack thei...

When I woke up this morning, I knew exactly what this blog would be about. Today marks one year since I began writing Feminine Wiles . I...

Fact : Darling Daughter has given up sweets for Lent.   Fact : Regardless of Lent, neither of my children eats homemade baked goods that h...

I love this time of year – not just because of all the holiday gatherings and new movie releases and celebratory drinks ( Bacon Bloody Mary...

Christmas is done.  The gifts unwrapped, the stockings unhung, the trashcans overflowing, and the frenzy, somewhat abated.  Looking back...

This week, Snarky Son faces his first full round of high school exams. Fortunately, his school recognizes how overwhelming the coming days...

It was inevitable, I suppose. I can’t find … I seem to have misplaced … I just can’t put my hands on … Dagnabbit.  I lost a list. ...

Tonight was Snarky Son’s first Homecoming Dance. It’s a pretty big deal at his school.  In anticipation of the big night, many of the fr...