It’s no secret that I love a party. My sister always teases me about the fact that I use any excuse to create one: “Oh, it’s a full moon! Let’s have a party!; Oh my lily is blooming, let’s have a party!!; Oh my roses
I was fascinated by the review of this book in the New York Times Book Review a couple of weeks ago. The book is called The Smartest Kids in the World and How They Got That Way, and was written by Amanda Ripley. In the
When I was a child, I walked home from school through Mr. Farley’s lush green apple orchards. A fresh crisp apple was the perfect tonic after a long day at school. I made mud pies and tried to get my little sister to eat them.
I’m watching my two-year-old daughter running circles around my living room. She’s dressed herself in a leotard with stars on it, her tall puppy dog boots, and a pink silk square of fabric tied around her neck for a cape. As she runs, she looks
My sister calls me Inspector Clouseau because my clumsiness often leaves a trail of near-miss-disasters in my wake. For example, I might burn my hand taking cookies out of the oven at her house. I might yell and drop the cookie sheet on the counter.
My Oh My… Let’s see, today has been CRAZY! I can barely see right now because vinegar was splashed in my eye today. Annabelle and I were doing science experiments and we were investigating acids, bases, and neutrals, and Annabelle picked up the test tube
For the past 18 months, I have been on a hip journey. Because the whole process was so mysterious and frustrating, I have decided to write about it so other people experiencing similar symptoms can maybe gain some insight. In the end, my very mysterious
Dear God! I think I’m delirious from lack of sugar! Earlier, all I could think was that I should change the name of my blog from Marci-licious to Marci-Unhinged! (I’ve had loads of fun lately coming up with new blog names with my friends: think
Darling! I was called in to substitute teach yesterday at the kids’ school. I was in the art room working with 3rd, 5th and 6th graders. It was my first time working out of the house in nine years, and I agonized over my outfit–how
I taught a belly dance class last night to about 35 women in Manchester. It was an auction item for the kid’s school. This is after doing the pre-k cast party for Winnie the Pooh on Thursday, then the Harry Potter extravaganza 6th birthday part
