It’s Valentine’s Day!! I know, I know. It’s a “Hallmark holiday.” Shouldn’t we show those we love how much we love them every day, rather than forcing it on one particular day?? And bah humbug and whatnot. Well, screw it. I love Valentine’s Day. I love a reason to celebrate. I love a reason to say this day...
Read MoreVisiting Santa.
Every year, we take Ryan to see Santa, who takes us on a carriage ride. A carriage ride around the parking lot of a strip mall in Phoenix. (Whatever, it’s free.) It’s the same Santa every year – we think he’s the real one cuz he looks and sounds all kinds of legit, despite the whole strip mall thing. 2010 (Also known as The Only...
Read MoreThanksgiving in Arizona.
My early years in Arizona were full of work and Thanksgiving potlucks with friends. We were all in the same boat: far from family, working hard, cobbling together a feast with a turkey breast in the crock pot and someone brings the potatoes and someone else brings the green bean casserole. A year after Mike and I were married, his parents came to visit for...
Read MoreMy kid loves America.
We didn’t do a whole lot this Fourth of July. I was knocked on my butt all weekend with a cold/flu/sinus infection. (See what I mean about that little grey cloud?) Ryan was still recovering from, well, 24 different things. It’s too hot in Phoenix to really enjoy fireworks the way Mike and I used to as kids in Ohio/Pennsylvania. Temperatures are...
Read MoreOn Mother’s Day and emergency plumbing calls.
We all know by now that I don’t do “easy.” (Let’s pause to remember the time my kid and my cat puked everywhere. And then I dropped a 12-pack of beer.) So I should have known I was in for trouble when my first Mother’s Day started out beautifully. First of all, I got to sleep in. Until 9:15 a.m!!! That is about 2-3 hours...
Read MoreMy kid is not impressed with adults in costume.
Today was Easter Bunny day. I woke Ryan up this morning shrieking, “We’re gonna go meet the Easter Bunny!! Are you soooooo excited?!?“ He certainly seemed excited. He grinned and giggled and kicked up a storm. He was in a great mood all morning, laughing much more than usual, smiling almost non-stop and just generally being a happy kid....
Read MoreABOUT
I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.
