Holiday Home Girl’s Answer to Perfection

My daughter loves to post this photo around the holiday every year as her profile picture on Facebook. That’s me. This isn’t staged. I’m not drunk. I just used to be intoxicated on perfection. It’s a great reminder of what happens when that is your goal during the holidays. This debacle happened six years ago….




My Road to Recovery

There is a road that leads to hospitals all across the country. The travelers on this journey are strangers to one another. Some of these people will be connected for days, weeks, months or years. But no matter the length of time in that car, the cancer patient who sits in the passenger seat leaves…




Cooking Is For the Birds

Did you know part of the reason that Swanson started creating T.V. Dinners in 1953 was because they had 260 tons of frozen turkeys left over from Thanksgiving?* I’m not a fan of frozen dinners. Cooking is nothing I typically cheer about either. This is a hard week for me. Blame it on my mom….




Word of the Year Is…

…SELFIE. It’s official! The Oxford Dictionaries has declared 2013 the year of the selfie. http://blog.oxforddictionaries.com/2013/11/word-of-the-year-2013-winner/ To Thy Own Ego Be True. Please, selfies aren’t visual snippets of real life. They’re another calculated self-promotional tool for the young. Mutinous Midlife, Unite! We stormed Facebook. Now it’s time to change the face of the selfie. My good…




Embrace the Fake

My daughter, Charlie, loves acrylic nails and a change in hair color. She has a belly button ring and three tattoos. To really get me going she’ll even joke about getting breast implants. When I ask her about all these artificial enhancements Charlie responds, “I embrace the fake Mom, it’s what makes me real.” Now…




It’s About Time!

I’m glad someone finally got around to doing this. http://www.snorgtees.com/what-would-sue-do?%3Futm_source=Adroll&utm_medium=B&utm_content=dynamic&utm_campaign=Adroll Thanks to my buddy Lisa who sent me this link.




Crisis M.E.M-Oh!

From young-to-nearly-done, everyone talks about making a bucket list. I am here to tell you that the best time to really give this some thought is in a midlife crisis. I call it the M.E.M-Oh! – Midlife Emotional ManifestOH! You should write your M.E.M-Oh! as soon as you start feeling like a hot potato. This…




I Was In A Big Rut

It’s rutting season. That’s when bucks want to dosey do on a doe. Every fall nature calls upon a male deer to become a fornicating forest zombie. I know firsthand the power of their quest when one made a grand entrance through our living room window. You know those local news stories where you see…




Finding some kin

I know I said I’d wait until next week, but this came out in O’Henry magazine today – a wonderful publication out of Greensboro. It’s my story of meeting my birth parents this summer. It’s not mentioned, but I did change their names in the story. After you click on the “click to read” button…



The Hand That Bit Me!

Maybe starting a blog this week isn’t such a good idea. I’m so caught up with memories and filling my ceramic owl bowl from Cracker Barrel with candy that only my husband Lee and I will eat. We live on a six-acre horse farm in the country on the outskirts of Chapel Hill. No kid…