Dinner with The Braxtons and Bingo with Boys who Dress Like Girls

This week has been extraordinary with opportunity falling from the sky and I’m smart enough to capitalize on just one thing then I’ll be a very happy lady. I’ve tried saying yes more than no lately and it’s leaving me absolutely exhausted. Earlier this week I had a group of women here to talk about blogging and some other super secret stuff. Of course Debbie was one of them and she brought Fresh Brothers Pizza to feed the masses. Jane is totally addicted to their Greek Salad, Alexander and Mr …

A Hodgepodge

Things with Alexander are better, we had a bit of a blowout and I yelled at him. He didn’t yell back, which is good. It’s not good that I yelled at him, because I hate being the yelling mom, but I absolutely refuse to be the mom of the kid who doesn’t listen. He’s a good little boy, he’s testing the limits, and we’re providing them. I try to take cues from my husband who is so thoughtful. Before the kids turn on the PlayStation he asks them, “how much …

I Married A Writer

When we met he was a screenwriter, and the first year of marriage had his writing as well. Directing was his true passion, but writing was the stepping stone that would take him there. Those first years I watched my husband create characters and story lines. He changed with each script, morphing into a vehicle for the characters. I know what real writing looks like, and I know I’m not a real writer. Still when my husband starts a new project he will go to the stationary store and buy …