I confess I’m uninspired today. Tired, burned out, and hastily trying to cram a post in between other important stuff that should (at least by other people’s standards) be priorities. I’ve been searching aimlessly all day for the one thing
Is it the weekend yet? *Groan.* What a week it’s been so far. Two cars broken down, our household heat on the fritz, and various little personal squabbles and dramas have given me a permanent ache in my neck and
I’ve been thinking a lot about labels and definitions lately. It seems like no matter where you turn in the food world these days, there’s some label you’ve got to confront; whether it’s the classic nutrition label on the jar
I had the *ahem* “pleasure” of reading a rather incendiary, very insulting, and apparently quite flawed piece of research yesterday, which suggested that the childhood obesity crisis can be blamed on…working mothers. Yes, you read that right. Not screen time,
You know you’re a food geek when you experience a sense of relief mixed with jubilation upon discovering that the Food Network has moved “Worst Cooks in America” to 10 p.m. on the night of the Super Bowl. Either that,
I am! I am! I grew up in a household where football was sacred; spending my early childhood in Buffalo, NY — the home of some of the most devoted football fans in the world, thank you very much —
Oh, time…that precious commodity that so few parents actually recognize anymore as a part of daily life. For the past two days, I’ve been involved in a relatively lengthy comment thread on Facebook, wherein my best friend, C., kicked things
For those who are hoping for my now-weekly “Worst Cooks” post and Kids’ Meal Makeover, I apologize — I’ll be writing that post tomorrow, because although today is Monday, it’s also the last day of the month, which means I’ve
Yesterday was a snow day here in Rhode Island (surprise, surprise! Hello, Winter of 2011), and I was home with the boys all day. After digging us out from another 8-10 inches of snow, J. had to go in to