BLACK FRIDAY. I don’t know why I do it. I spend 364 days a year trying to get as much sleep as possible. With a spunky two year old and an extra cuddly infant, those hours are few and far between. So why, oh why, do I choose each year to rob myself of those …
Lailah
It stares at me. From beneath my desk at work, the non-descript bag stares at me. Inside sits my best and worst friend. That torture device that we like to call a breast pump. It really is thoughtful of the breast pump people to make those nondescript bags, the ones that everyone knows is a …
On the outside, he’s not a lot to look at. He has no graphics, no pretty embellishments. Eight years after our first introduction, I can honestly say that Craig looks exactly the same, down to the blue font that I can only assume is Arial or some other equally non-descript sans serif type. (To be …
I love a spa day. Give me a steam room and some lavender oil and I’m a happy lady. (Throw in a glass of wine and we are really in business!) However, at this stage in life, I have neither the time or the energy to actually make it to the spa. I do have …
If every meal I made could be on the cover of Bon Appétit, I would. I love food. I love making delicious food. Some days delicious means gourmet, other days, delicious means a greasy cheeseburger. And then there are days where I want something in between. There’s rarely ever enough time in the day to …