Style + Beauty

It’s All About the Belt

It wasn’t until after I had kids and lost most of my baby weight that I started needing a belt. I looked in the mirror one day and realized I had left my butt somewhere on the delivery table. But considering the style of belts that remind me more of what I wore in 1987 with my pegged leg jeans, I’ve invested instead in long shirts and resigned myself to the constant tug.

In Honor of Labor Day

Love hurts. First there’s the morning sickness and the retching. Then comes the gas, the heartburn, the insomnia, the lack of sex drive, the retaining of water, the back soreness, the sciatica, the swollen ankles, swollen face, swollen everything. Not to mention the sudden fits of hysteria.

Flowers Even I Can’t Kill


I do not have what you’d call a green thumb. I’ve killed cacti, for God’s sake. And yet the cruel irony is that I love surrounding myself with flowers, especially as the weather gets crisper and the blooms aren’t quite so readily available.

Outcool The Playgroup

I am not apologetic that I use my daughter’s chest to promote my own interests, tastes and sports affiliations. It’s just a small part of my master plan to get her to agree with a few of them. If you share my perspective, you are going to have a field day at Reckon Wordwide, the online shop of poet, artist, and silkscreen master, Chris Weige.

Flour Power

Cupcakes are arguably nature’s perfect food. I don’t think it’s possible to ever be angry at anyone or anything when you’re eating a cupcake.

The No-Nanny Diaries

Remember the days of sassy hair dos, perfectly pedicured toes, and slim fitting couture? I do. But no one would ever have guessed that I hadany sense of stylebased on my current wardrobe of ponytail, t-shirt, and flip-flops.