I was just cleaning out my in-box (780 unread – yikes) and as I deleted Ad Age’s 40 Under 40 email, I had a brief pang of regret that I’d never made it onto a single 40 Under 40 list before I turned 40. It makes me feel kind of ordinary. So, as a self-esteem … Continue reading 40 Over 40
If you’re going to Nashville for music and culture, I applaud you. But this plan isn’t for you. This plan is for the people who came to eat. This plan is for the people who are super trigger-happy with the phrase, “When in Rome…” specifically when it applies to eating. This plan is for the people … Continue reading How To Eat Your Way Through Nashville in 8 Easy Steps
Today, the little person who made me a mom turns eight, which means I’ve been rocking these Mom Jeans™ for eight years now. And while I’ve decidedly got a young soul, we’ve noticed Hazy’s got an old one. She’s like a little Mr. Miyagi trapped in an adorable girl’s body. Come to think of it, … Continue reading 8 Things My 8-Year Old Has Taught Me
There’s a special kind of conceitedness confidence it takes to attempt to write a book on parenting, and I’d feel a little obnoxious doing so, but every now and then I entertain the thought. It wouldn’t so much be a how-to, as my skill sets are pretty limited to teaching my kids pop culture catchphrases, … Continue reading Possible Titles for My Parenting Book
Most people have a to-do list; I have a to-eat list. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t require any more explanation, but in case it does, it’s THINGS I WANT TO EAT. TO-EAT LIST (Not in priority order) Chorizo slaw at Manoa Poke – I recently experienced my first poke (it’s pronounced poké, pervs), thanks to … Continue reading The To-Eat List
Dear Trader Joe’s Mini Hold The Cone! Ice Cream cones, You know that part in Love Actually when the guy holds up the sign that says, “to me, you are perfect”? Of course you don’t, you’re a box of miniature ice cream cones. Not to rip off that guy, because frankly, I don’t find him … Continue reading Dear Trader Joe’s Mini Hold The Cone! Ice Cream Cones,
Dear 8-year old me, I don’t know how to break this to you, but things didn’t work out exactly as you planned. You didn’t end up marrying Kirk Cameron (and by the way, he’s not as cool as you think he is) and you’re not a businesswoman employed by a mysterious gentleman who is also … Continue reading Dear 8-year Old Me
Has something ever upset you so much that you feel like you’re in one of those old cartoons where the character’s whole body gradually turns red from toes to head, with little wiggly steam lines emanating from its head? Like you’re literally going to explode with rage? That feeling’s always just a baby carrot away … Continue reading I have Misophonia, don’t chew?
Dear West Elm, I’d like to share a little story with you. Once upon a time there was a young(ish) couple with a small baby. They had just moved from the South End to Jamaica Plain and they wanted to get grown up furniture for their new house. No more IKEA for them!* So they … Continue reading Dear West Elm
Dear Joanne Chang, This is probably pretty obvious by now, but you are clearly a better person than I am. First of all, I bet you would’ve promptly written a thank you note to someone who had taken time away from running their very successful business to meet with you if the roles were reversed … Continue reading Dear Joanne Chang
