latest thoughts
the slob.
I pulled a pair of dirty underwear out of the crease of the couch this morning. You would think that it surprised me, but it didn’t. It’s starting to feel obnoxiously normal these days. My 12-year-old daughter is a total slob. Last week, she spent hours looking for her favorite pair of shorts only for me to discover a few days later that they had been swallowed by the same
in the kitchen
teaching our girls to become strong women.
I’m going to throw a non-humble mom brag out there. My daughter is awesome in so many ways, I can’t even count. She started traveling alone at the age of 8. She plays flag football. She’s a leader in her school’s Kindness Club. She does Lego robotics. When I tell her to do something constructive, she builds a website or starts a YouTube channel. She has her own debit card
suitcase stories
five. see the Red Sox play with my dad.
When I originally wrote this onto my 101 list, I was thinking how much I wanted to see the Sox at Fenway with my dad. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl, watching Sox games together whenever they were on. That is still very much something I would like to do (Ideally, it would be a Sox-Yankees game, but…pipedreams, people.). But, this adventure was