Breaking Up… with the Kids
The saddest thing, by far, about this relationship ending is that it hasn’t left just one hole. It’s left three. TWD’s youngest accidentally took a pair…
Just the Seven of Us…
Did I mention that TWD and I are going on another cruise? Well, we are. Only this time it’s going to be a bit different from…
Chocolate is (not) for sharing
I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share. Especially when it comes to chocolate. …
Too Cool for Apple Pie?
Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls. You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis? …
Soccer Mom PJs
A while back, we had a slight incident at The Wedding Date’s house. His children were over, a door that should have been locked wasn’t and……
A Chink in the Armor
Today marks the start of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. This means—amongst other things—that I will probably find myself in the throes of an existential crisis in…
Part 2: The Art of Sleeping Together with Kids
It’s 7:00am. I should be in bed, snuggled up to The Wedding Date, but instead I’m standing barefoot in my parents’ garage in my pajamas, trying…
Queen of the Whack-a-Mole
My plan, upon arriving at the arcade with The Wedding Date and his kids, is to kick butt. This way they’ll know whose boss even if…
Finally: The Wedding Date’s Kids
By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I’m kind of freaking out about meeting The Wedding Date’s kids. What if they don’t like me? What if…
Chucky Cheese Might Be a Nice Alternative
My brother and I had a rather phenomenal tree house when we were growing up. It had three levels complete with a sandbox underneath, a bright…
Dad’s New Girlfriend
(And no, I’m not talking about my dad.) The more astute readers amongst you might have guessed that Monday’s post wasn’t actually about “my friend.” It…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 