Reminder: The questions posed in this occasional column are written by actual people. Dear Savvy Sister, My 4 1/2-year-old son used to be the most well-liked kid in preschool. A little over a year ago, a boy began calling him names and being very aggressive. I addressed the issues with the parents – who were Read More
Dear Hot Firefighter Husband, Eighteen years ago, we exchanged vows under the gazebo on the tennis courts of my parents’ country home. Dad had installed a ceiling fan because, in his words, “there’s nothing more unattractive than a sweating bride.” You fretted about how your hair looked; I was afraid I looked fat. We drank Read More
Did you read the first one? Here, I’ll give you a link. The GREATNESS, Part I Now you’re ready to move on. My friend and I were talking recently, and she lamented that she wasn’t doing more with her life. “I always swore I wouldn’t let myself be like my mother,” she said. “But Read More
Dear Savvy Sister, I am a huge introvert and I find as I get older, I have a harder time making real connections with people. (People so often misunderstand introversion because they don’t see me as a “shy” person). I really don’t enjoy “Mommy” groups, book clubs, “Girls Night Out,” or any function where I Read More
It’s Day 4 of my Partial Cleansing Diet, and I just broke down and ate a piece of toast because I woke up feeling shaky and woozy. Also, I dreamed that all of the neighborhood women I know have been attending Secret Social Engagements without me at a place called the Paregoric Cafe. Interesting, n’est-ce Read More
Our local pizza joint serves dollar pizza and dollar beers every Thursday, and it seems like half our community goes to indulge. The kids run around like wild banshees, and the grown-ups chat and leave big tips for the frazzled waitstaff. We didn’t go last week, but my friend Brent Ashton went with his wife, Read More
“Who do you think is the most beautiful princess?” one of the cousins asked the Tyrant. The Tyrant rolled her eyes. “Me! Du-uh!” she said. Then she hiked a mile up Vail mountain wearing her Fancy Wedge Heels. It must be nice to have that kind of self-confidence, to attack life with such ferocity even Read More
Dear Tricia, I don’t have time to read blogs. What’s the point? Sincerely, Most People in America Dear Mosty, Oh, brother, do I feel your pain! I don’t have time to read blogs, either! Just yesterday, my morning went like this: Wake up. GET ME DRESSED! My socks are on the wrong feet. NOSEBLEED! NOSEBLEED! Read More
Go ahead and verbally eviscerate me but there are some things about being a mother that I don’t enjoy. Chief among them is the utter lack of privacy surrounding daily chores that are certainly meant to be private. I am morally opposed to discussing the specifics of certain digestive issues, but let’s just say that Read More
Well, I’ve cleaned out the refrigerator, and I would strongly recommend that anyone who has eaten in my kitchen over the last six months be tested for the Ebola virus. Also, if you have a recipe that calls for bread crumbs, barbecue sauce, ranch dressing and chili-garlic sauce, please forward it to me ASAP. In Read More
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