I was all ready to write about the trauma of trying to find the perfect outfit for the Listen To Your Mother Show. But then I heard what happened at the finish line of the Boston Marathon and blogging about my fashion woes seemed about as appropriate as tweets like "9 inches of snow. It's … Continue reading Grateful

Home Alone

Last weekend I came home from my run to find my house looking like a drunk midget had burglarized it. I'm used to this, as I live with a 13 month old who is into everything within her wingspan. I called out to see where everyone was and got no response. I peeked into the … Continue reading Home Alone