Fresh Cedar & Pine, Divine! My holiday wreath tradition
Year after year, we all start out by griping "I don't know what I'm doing." But within an hour, the group of about 30 or 40 people come out with gorgeous creations, no two the same. This creativity is just part of the hook. Once you put a fresh, fragrant work of art on your front door or over your fireplace, you will never go faux again.
These Four Walls
Panic struck immediately. I was one of the many that ran to the grocery store in search of frozen foods (not toilet paper - starvation was much scarier in my book). I ended up having a Def-Con 5 meltdown while talking to a local doctor I know in the community while we were in the frozen foods section. He specializes in plastic surgery, so I told my husband I have to buy a new nose to make up for his impromptu therapy session and comforting words.
Secret Family Recipe: Italian Garden Stew
In our house, we call it "Cucuroma". This probably stems from the name of an Italian squash "cucuzza". My great-grandfather came to the Cleveland area from Sicily and he loved to cook. We build our gardens around growing the ingredients for Cucuroma.
Happiness doesn’t come easy, but choose the right “hard”
Life is hard. It's hard in a million different ways. I just had to choose which hard was going to make me happiest.
Survival of the Fittest: ways to get your tot to play nice
I'm not an "all is fair in playtime and war" type of person. But, this once again proved my theory that preschool age is truly "survival of the fittest". But as a mother who wants to raise decent human beings that don't put other people in headlocks, this whole scenario scares me. So, what do we do about it?
Don’t deprive your child of a Christmas disaster
Once we were older and too cool to cut down a tree, the Christmas disaster typically happened during gifts. My sister opened a clothing box and pulled out a plum colored matching velour jumpsuit. I feel like J Lo made them mainstream around that time. Within seconds, she burst into tears of disappointment along with a laugh and a "why would you buy me this". My other sister was laughing so hard next to her, it made the crying worse. Then my mom got upset and - I think - walked out of the room saying "I can't do anything right".