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Pizza can be dangerous.

Many of you know that pizza making in our house is a religion. I am the designer, Chip is the creator. We make our own sauce, buy only the freshest ingredients from local businesses and, of course, make our own dough. Yes, it is dedication coupled with a desire for perfection to make your own dough. Perfect ingredients, thank you King Arthur Measuring with precision Mixing at the right speed Kneading for 10 minutes Making pizza dough is time consuming…

They have a personal trainer for that?

(Please read in its entirety) This is a type of public service announcement, seriously.  I have never shied away from talking about anything personal.  Miscarriages, breast cancer, menopause, hot flashes, infertility and other sorted topics have surfaced here giving rise to open conversations and awareness.  Humor can make things better, or at least easier to face. This one, however, takes the cake. I am talking about bladder issues, prolapsed bladder, fallen pelvic floor- whatever you want to call it. It…

Boy, do I have a story!

My story is complicated and most times, I wonder how my mind really works. I leave post it notes to myself or voice recordings on my phone with suggestions for blog posts or random thoughts that come to my head.  I’d like to share with you all a glimpse into my psyche by just listing some of the recordings I have found on my phone and post it notes attached to my desk. Don’t judge.  I know you all have…

Everything is temporary.

There is a scene from my favorite movie, Moonstruck, where Loretta, played by Cher and her father, Cosmo, played by Vincent Gardenia are discussing Loretta’s recent engagement.  He is questioning the ‘ring’.  She tells him it is temporary and he replies, “Everything is temporary”. (Click here to watch the clip.) It is hilarious. Like so many of us, I am dealing with a few stressful situations.  Numerous friends and family members are feeling the same way.  As I was in…

To the German family who will soon have my son….

In a week or so, you will have the pleasure of living with my son Jack, just as I was honored to host your daughter Charlotte, and her friend Alina.  These girls became part of our family from breakfast morning talks over Pop Tarts to t-shirt shopping at the Gap. As the days quickly passed, we all fell into a routine and my heart soon fell in love with them.  When the bus pulled out that Sunday morning, I cried right…