Shabby. This is the word that my brother uses to describe conditions of the body that are less than happy. This was what he said to me in

Hola from sunny Sayulita Mexico! I have the most fortunate in-law situation. Not only are my in-laws stellar individuals—they also live most of the year in Mexico. That

I know, I might sound like I’m going on about this.  But I once remember reading in Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project how happiness is increased when you allow yourself

“You know your birthday was last Tuesday!” my husband said to me jokingly as we were gearing up for my party. “This is my birthday week,” I responded.  “Correction, this

“I want a girl next,” I would always say to my husband before we got pregnant with our second child.  Knowing that it was the man who “makes”

A year ago today, I still did not know if I was having a son or a daughter– but I was in the greatest work out (physically and mentally) of

“The first year of your second child’s life is the hardest of yours.” Numerous times in the last year random people have said this exact thing to me.

Dear world, Today I turn 40.  First and foremost I want to thank my mom.  Because especially now that I’ve had two children of my own I know

This plus that.  (Update… it equals a fun thing… but time has shown that regular Sharpies, baked or no, will not hold.)  (Then bake for 30 minutes at

True conversation between my husband and I: Me: “I hate to wear this nightgown– my dad told me it looked terrible on me.” Hub: “Rude.” Me: “I like