As a freelancer, I work about half the time in “the office” (whichever company I’m working for at the time) and the other half from home. I have yet to totally master the latter, but here’s what I’ve worked out so far. 1) Don’t “work” in front of the TV. That’s called watching TV, not working. … Continue reading 10 Rules for Working From Home
Dear Housework, It’s not you, it’s me. Obviously, you’re great. It seems like everyone I know is super into you. But I’m sorry, time is precious and something has to give and — I’ll just come right out and say it — it’s you. I know it sounds like I’m making excuses. But, Housework, think … Continue reading Dear Housework
Dear West Elm, Me again. You might remember me from such letters as Dear West Elm. I’m very pleased to tell you that I have another story to share with you, and this one has a happy ending. Once upon a time, there was a mildly cantankerous 40-something who wrote a blog with lists about stupid … Continue reading Dear West Elm (Part II)
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
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