Wave the Stick

A few weeks ago, HWSNBN, who works freelance, finished a string of projects and immediately got sick, which is what happens when you run aro...

The Imp wanted an angry face. I did the best I could. Today our lone remnant of Halloween, The Imp's jack-o'-lantern, sat on t...

Four years ago, I was sitting, surrounded by family and friends, at a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner, and it was everything I could do just ...

One of the many reasons I married HWSNBN is because of his friendly, outgoing, and curious personality. He can, and will, have a conversatio...

I wasn't going to do a Valentine's Day type post - I'm not an especially Valentinesy type girl. Don't get me wrong. I'...

It's possible that no 15 minute increment of time all week is as jealously protected and keenly anticipated as the Sunday morning shower...

It's possible that we are bad parents; we did not go all out and have a big theme party for The Imp's second birthday. I thought abo...

Happiness is a lazy Sunday morning cuddle with my boys. This post is linked to A Lot of Loves' Wednesday of Few Words .

Yesterday was a spectacular day - sunny and warm, and we spent a chunk of it at the playground, where The Imp learned that running headlong ...

Seven years ago, I took a moment before the Getting Ready began. Seven years ago, I actually shrieked in delight when I saw my fiance and...

If you're new here and want to know more about my Fit by Forty efforts, you can go here and here for some background and also check o...

I don't talk a lot about my husband on this blog. In fact, I think of him as He Who Shall Not Be Named when I'm writing posts. He...