First off, I should say I wouldn’t even be here without the kids. No, I’m not talking about their love or unerring support–have you even met my kids? They will cut you for a cookie. (But then again, so will I.) No, I mean that without their destructive, logic-defying antics, I wouldn’t have been writing as long as I have. The whole blog is just a protracted focus group meant to answer the question: Are they crazy or am I? Now there is a book. It’s about the insanity I am subjected to every day, be it from the kids, my hillbilly husband or my own inner, and clearly dysfunctional voice. Bowing to popular opinion, I have not given up my day job. And why would I? It’s clean, it’s quiet, and none of my co-workers demand that I wash their dirty socks or steal my earphones. I may move in.
One of the advantages of all your children being teenagers is that, during the summer, nobody rolls out of their bedroom until at least 10:30. “Hooray!” I thought, “I am going to get so much done!” Wrong. So wrong. When presented with the wide open freedom of...read more
Today did not start out well. My 8th grade son burst into my bedroom, looking for a ride to school. This was cataclysmic for a number of reasons: first off, I hadn't had any coffee. Not a drop. I hadn't even managed to stumble to the coffee maker. I had gotten as far...read more
My, how quickly things change. The other day, I started to write a bit on business and the environment because I had just seen a video posted by the new President of France, Emmanuel Macron, inviting beleaguered American scientists, researchers and engineers to come...read more
So, 2017 is shaping up to be the year Lanie learns to deal with disappointment. First, the human equivalent of a malevolent toe fungus took up the highest office in our country. Then, and maybe more devastatingly, our home appraisal came in so unexpectedly low that...read more