Chasing My Inner Fergie.

I need to jump out of a perfectly good air plane.  I want to have a precocious conversation over expensive, red wine with like minded people. I want to bring sexy back, channel my inner Fergie and dance on tables (no cameras please). I. Just. Want. To. Break. My. Momma. Mold. My daughter gasped the other night when…

Feminism and Cookie Dough.

“I have to get dinner started because daddy will be home soon”. I have said this to the kids before but something about the way I said it this time hung in the air and I can’t seem to shoo it away.  It made me chuckle.  I suddenly had a vision of me in a pristine housewife…

The little yellow couch

Let me take you back about five or six years to a time of freedom and carefree-ness, a.k.a before kids.  My husband and I had this little yellow couch in our living room.  It was a very small, old, slightly smelly hand me down that I both appreciated and loathed.  My biggest complaint at that time was…