School’s back in session, and thousands of iPhones are capturing the magic milestones as little back packs, shiny new shoes, and fancy lead-based lunch boxes climb that big yellow bus. Tiny little fists heroically wave goodbye to the parents left behind. And while tears are being shed, there are a few, brief moments of joy. Here’s mine:
Auditioning for Listen To Your Mother
I took this show on the road, this writing, this mouth, this mom, to NYC to audition for a pretty amazing opportunity. I signed up on a whim, and with careful encouraging and bullying from rather attractive husband, actually followed through and showed up for the audition. Talk about intimidating. Say what you want, but an audition in NYC is an entirely different experience than typing away blindly into an
If You Give a Mom Some Tweezers…
The absolute one thing I must bring on vacation is ….. drumrolllllll….. TWEEZERS. Because, well, the hairs growing out of my chinny-chin-chin are abundant. Once rare, they now seem to form a sparse 5:00 shadow, in a desolate sort of way. So tweezers are my mainstay. Over lipstick. Over tampons. Over moisturizer. This was my must-have item to be left with on a desert island. Tweezers. But no more. Because