So, I’m all a-twitter about trying out some belly dancing. No, that’s a lie, I’m obsessed. The costumes, the make up, the hair, the henna. Drool. I signed up for a class at the end of April, and I’m scouring the Internets for a costume that can double/triple/quadruple as a wedding costume for my friend’s Renaissance-theme wedding in May, for Halloween and for the local fall Renaissance fest. I have no delusions of grandeur about this. I had a strict no-dance policy for...
The National Women’s History Museum Act has been re-introduced in the House by Rep. Carolyn Maloney as H.R. 1700. The Senate bill will follow shortly. Please send letters to your members of Congress. Please check back for updates. Members of Congress have the opportunity to recognize women’s successes, build on their accomplishments and empower future generations by passing The National Women’s History Museum Act, giving NWHM a permanent home. This is our history, our legacy. Contact...
What do you do when you’ve been busting your ass for a year, working and studying, running your children to 1,000 appointments, keeping your animals (including The Husband) healthy and happy? You get the hell out of Dodge! For approximately 72 hours, I will be on vacation in Texas. I won’t be seeing my inlaws, I won’t be meeting clients, I won’t be doing anything but relaxing, if I can remember how to do that. I am taking the time to care for myself. I am enabling The Husband...
I’m not sure exactly what was going through your head yesterday, but I wanted to address this from the comfort of my own home, with its locking doors and moat, complete with alligators. You may not have noticed, but the parking lot was really large, and there were probably three other cars there, each of us parked far enough away from each other to secure our own delusions of privacy. In my world, everyone was there, like me, to finish up a book for school. Less than a minute before you pulled...
I was supposed to chaperone a field trip for The Enigma’s class to see Charlotte’s Web in true “good mom” form. I asked The Husband to take off today, so that all the other spawn could be herded accordingly and I was looking forward to some quality time with The Enigma. I was sadly awakened at 4am by because his tummy hurt So, yes, I gave him papaya pills, the intestinal cure-all, and I went back to bed thinking, “this isn’t good.” Suffice it to say, we...
