A Christmas treasure hunt?
A Facebook memory popped up today with a picture taken eight years ago that got me thinking. In it, two freshly-made chocolate martinis with their…
Category: Unfinished Life
Until We Meet Again
My father died two years ago this month. He used to say -- tongue in cheek -- that he was the greatest father since St.…
My Last Wish: Let My Enemy Deliver My Eulogy
Though I'm not in any imminent danger of dying (to my knowledge), I've given lots of thought to my death and my final sendoff. This…
Everyone Hates When Skinny Christine Goes Grocery Shopping
There’s a joke in my house whenever I go to the grocery store and don’t come home with anything sweet, salty, and delicious: Skinny Christine…
Shopkins and the Meaning of Life
We've once again taken up the task of cleaning out old toys that the children have outgrown. This happens here from time to time, but…
It Tolls for Thee
I had an episode where my heart was racing last week, no doubt from stress, but it scared me. At least it did at first.…
The Unfinished Mama
If starting my first blog post with the words “my first blog post” is cringe-y and the embarrassingly wrong thing to do, then I feel…