When I was in college, I loved to cross the border for a few days of dancing and drinking at Papas & Beer in Rosarito, Mexico. This was back in the early 90’s – pre-9/11. Meaning it was relatively hassle-free to get back into the States. And there was always someone willing to drive. Ah, … More What’s that floating around in your daughter’s drink?
As disgusting as this sounds, this past week, I had a fantasy about Harvey Weinstein. In my fantasy, I’m a pretty young lady in my early 20’s, just out of college, with high hopes of landing a part in a blockbuster movie. His assistant has arranged for me to meet him in his hotel room … More My KM fantasy about Harvey Weinstein
Two nights ago Margaret and I got into a physical fight. No really, we did. Well, sort of. It wasn’t a real fight. It was more of a simulated fight, light sparring really – she was my partner last night in our Krav Maga class. Margaret’s been taking Krav Maga for six years now. She’s … More The best fight I ever had with my teenager
Almost 8 years ago, when Margaret started kindergarten, I was sitting in my office at work, about to give an employee a review when my cell phone rang. I looked down and saw it was Margaret’s school calling. Without delay, I answered. And that’s when I heard the words no parent ever wants to hear, … More 5 words you never want to hear
For a while now, one characteristic of mine drives my mom crazy is that I tend to act like a leader. Some people would say that I like to be in control, but that’s not the case. I know what micro-managing is, and I have some family members that have bad habits related to micro-managing. … More Payback’s a word that starts with ‘b’ and rhymes with ‘itch’
Last night Margaret, her friend, and I went to pick up a pizza we ordered. I opened the door and held it while a customer walked out, and then walked in. The girls held the door for another customer. I looked back to hear a man standing next to them say to them, “Are you … More When creepy men talk to your daughter
Don’t mess with me. Ok, wow, that came out a little harsher than I expected it to. What I meant to say is that you, well… shouldn’t mess with me! I am pretty good – but not the best – at the martial art that I take. Krav Maga is a form of self-defense that … More Momma said “knock you out!”