Monthly archive December, 2013
Everybody Poops?

Everybody Poops?

So, there we are, in an upscale restaurant, having a drink, watching my hubby drum away, when suddenly, yep – that smell.  We all know that smell (parent or not).  Dane pooped. Dane’s six. He has Cerebral Palsy and, at this point in time, still uses a diaper.  As his Mom I do hope he...
Remember Me

Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive...
Insatiable

Insatiable

  I can’t sing (though I often do – loudly).  Contrary to how much I try publicly, I can’t dance either.  I don’t ride horses, play an instrument, do Zumba, or perform on every stage.  Yet there I am, right in the middle of things, no matter what the shoot, with no fear.  I take...