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364 Days of 40

Monday, 21 July 2014 10:12
Tomorrow is my birthday: I turn forty-one. I'm not telling you this in hopes that you'll send some well wishes; I'm not a big birthday person, so I promise not to be offended if you forget. Read more...

No Cottage? No Problem!

Monday, 07 July 2014 11:26
What to do when you feel like the only family in West Michigan without a cottage. There's a strange summer phenomenon that occurs here in West Michigan: Neighborhoods become eerily quiet. Read more...

Dear Lady with the Fussy Two-Year-Old

Monday, 30 June 2014 12:49
Yes, I am staring at you. And yes, I am judging. But not in the way you are thinking. The first thing I wonder is why on earth you thought you could bring your two-year old to a restaurant at 8 p.m. and expect angelic behavior. Certainly, you had to know he was going to fuss. And then I think, Young mother, you will learn. You need not go red in the face with embarrassment. Every mother in here has been in your shoes and not one of us looking at you has the right to judge. Parenting is hard,… Read more...

Summer: Let Them Be Free

Monday, 23 June 2014 14:42
Summer has arrived! No more lunches to pack, kids to rush out the door, homework to tackle, and general school shenanigans to maintain. But even with all the wonderful aspects of summer, I'm still not sure whether to dance a jig, or pour more vodka into my jigger. I can only think of one thing: THE KIDS WILL BE HOME. A LOT. And that thought frightens me to no end. Read more...

Banishing the Bush: A Personal Journey

Tuesday, 10 June 2014 13:53
Ah, summer—my favorite season since I was a kid! I love nothing more than heading to one of West Michigan's beaches, or drinking mojitos by the pool with a friend. But the one thing I don't look forward to is the extra chore of mowing the lawn, trimming the hedge ... If you haven't already caught on with where I'm going, I'm not talking vegetation here people. Read more...
A couple of weeks ago, during my weekly Meijer visit, I'd just finished loading up the bags when I turned back to the screen and saw the total staring at me: $236.17. Wait: Didn't I just spend that exact amount less than a week ago? I didn't even buy any wine this week! Suddenly, those cinnamon sugar pita chips in my cart didn't look as tempting as they did in aisle 11. Ugh. Read more...

City Girl Attempts Gardening

Tuesday, 13 May 2014 00:00
Late last summer, out on a power-walk, I passed the most charming yard. Bounded by fruit trees, branches loaded with apples and pears, there were rows of raspberry brambles and sunflowers, patches of bright dahlias, pole bean tipis, and tomato plants, staked to support their bright red fruit. Morning glories climbed everywhere. I just stopped and stared. Amidst it all was a craggy birdhouse, with bluebirds perched on top. It was so beautiful; a perfect mix of practical gardening and floral whimsy. A few weeks later, as my husband and I walked by this same yard, we hatched a plan… Read more...

Not Your Grandma’s Festival

Wednesday, 16 April 2014 05:01
I admit it. I love Tulip Time. And I’m a little shocked when local people say they’ve never been, or that they haven’t been since they were seven years old and went with their grandparents. WHAT? I just don’t understand. This isn’t your grandma’s festival anymore. Read more...
I clearly remember after landing my first job out of college asking my manager, “So when’s our spring break?” You can imagine what kind of response that got, especially since I hadn’t even earned any vacation time yet. OK, OK; I admit that was pretty pathetic. But both of my parents worked in education, so I was used to adults getting a weeklong break in the spring. Read more...

Swim Dress Here I Come!

Tuesday, 18 March 2014 08:59
Never! How many “nevers” have come back to bite you, to prove you wrong? They seem to almost seek you out! I have had several—Birkenstock sandals, Ugg boots, Facebook, giving birth without drugs, and getting my nose pierced. As I sat at the beach in my twenties and watched the middle-aged moms sunbathing, I recall having a conversation with myself that I would never wear a swim dress or swim skirt. I felt like it was waving the white flag of surrender, of ultimately admitting your body wasn’t what it used to be and never would be. However, on the… Read more...