I bought light-up mushrooms for the garden. Yes. Light-up mushrooms. Because apparently at some point in adulthood, you stop judging people for buying whimsical garden décor and become the person standing in the store thinking, You know what my yard needs? Glowing fungus. And honestly? No regrets. I put them outside with the light-up butterflies and…
There are certain things you expect when you open your pajama drawer. Pajamas, for example. Maybe an old T-shirt you forgot you owned. Maybe that one pair of fuzzy socks that only appear when you’re looking for anything except fuzzy socks. What you do not expect is for the drawer to move. Or grow a…
I went looking for garden statues. That sounds innocent, right? A calm little outing. A mature adult decision. Maybe I’d find one tasteful statue to tuck between the flowers and pretend my garden had a plan instead of the usual “let’s see what survives” approach. That was the intention. Then I found the cats. Not…
My daughter and I went for a walk the other day, which sounds peaceful. It was not. In theory, it was supposed to be one of those nice little walks where we get fresh air, chat about life, and pretend we’re the kind of people who make healthy choices on purpose. Instead, we found ourselves…
Kira and I went to the beach to watch the waves. That was the plan. A nice walk. Some fresh air. A little mother-daughter time. The kind where you stroll along the water, listen to the waves crash against the shore, and pretend for five peaceful minutes that life is calm and organized. Naturally, we…
There are many mysteries in life. Where do missing socks go? Why does the grocery bill always double when you only needed milk? And why, when I put something down for two minutes, does it immediately vanish into another dimension? This week’s mystery involved my glasses. Now, I take my glasses off to read. This…
There are things I expect my cat to bring to the door. Mice? Unfortunately, yes. Birds? Also yes. Snakes? Horrifying, but apparently still within the job description of being owned by an outdoor cat. But people? People were not on the list. The other day, I got a knock at the door and opened it…
Some of my favorite moments with my daughter happen in the kitchen. Not the fancy, perfectly staged kind you see online either. I mean the real kind. Bowls everywhere. Someone forgetting whether we already added the vanilla. A counter dusted in flour. And, of course, the cat arriving like she’s been personally summoned to supervise…
It happened.The renovations are finally done. I would like to say I handled the whole thing with grace and patience, but that would be a lie so bold even I can’t commit to it in a newsletter. For weeks, my house looked like a construction-themed escape room. Every room had something strange happening in it….
From Barbies to College My youngest, Kira, turned 19 this week, and honestly, I’m still trying to figure out how that’s possible. How does it go by so quickly? How do you go from Barbies scattered across the floor to college plans and grown-up conversations? One minute you’re packing school lunches and hunting for tiny…
