It’s prom season. Maybe I’ll tell my prom story one of these days. It’s as cliche as they get. ~ But for now, please click over to Nickelodeon’s NickMom to read my latest attempt at humor. ~ ~ Top 9 Things Moms Don’t Want Their Daughters To Say After Prom Here’s a teaser: #7: “And then I used my fake ID to buy drinks for everyone!” Click here to read the rest of What You Don’t Want Your Daughter To Say After Prom.
My humor column today in The Calgary Herald begins like this: If you want to know how to ruin Mother’s Day, ask my husband. He was born on Mother’s Day. This year, his birthday once again falls on Sunday, and in the reality game of celebrations, birthdays trump pushing a kid (or two) out your vagina. (To continue reading, go to Why celebrating Mother’s Day Makes Me Want To Drink). In honor of my husband’s birthday which is ruining Mother’s Day because he’s at work and I have the kids all day, I am giving you the opportunity to ask […]
I am more delighted than a teacher on a snow day to have one of my besties, Elena Aitken, guest posting here today. Together with Trish Loye and I, Elena completes the Wordbitches trio. We’re also part of the same writing group. Elena is a kick-a$$ writer who’s very successful on the Indie scene (People, she’s making a living at it, and her first book was published not even a year ago). She’s a voracious writer with a big fan base, and she has a big heart. Follow Elena on Twitter, Facebook, or her blog. And if you wish, check […]
My face was red, sunburned red. I was breathing hard, a sign that my forty-year-old body was a couple of decades past being a competitive athlete, past being fit, past having a beautiful belly button on a stomach without stretch marks. I continued my workout on our driveway, passing the basketball to one of my seven-year-old twins. We played hard in the sun-filled afternoon, taking advantage of a hot spring day. With the encouragement of my kids, I started dunking on the Lilliputian net, pretending I had a vertical jump, pretending I was young enough to believe I could. Vivian […]