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Dear 2019, You didn't take the 15 lbs I begged you to take. I tried compromising. I told you that I would've been fine with just 10. But here we are again. Resoluting for my 16th year to lose weight. (If resoluting is not a word, it really should be) Ironic that I've been wanting to lose weight for the same amount of years I've been a mother?  I don’t think so. You continue to give me hot flashes. And migraines. I blame my cancer meds. Because I can. I blame everything on cancer. Dear 2019 You were okay to me but not so kind to others. You gave a friend cancer. And another. And another. And even my dog. But you also gave me another year with my aging Mom. Another trip around the sun with two of my most favorite children in the entire world. And favorite husband. And favorite dog. I got to walk along beaches and listen to waves I sailed on the ocean went to the theatre cheered on my favorite sports team experienced a heat wave picke

You know how you cannot remember what you needed in Target? And you walk out with 15 things and get home, and you realize you didn't buy the one thing you needed? And you know how you can remember every word to the Air Supply song that helped you get over your broken heart, but don't know a thing they are singing in today's music? And you know how you remember childhood friends more than you remember some of your college acquaintances? It's because those childhood friends are a part of who you are today. Perhaps you drifted from the person who you had endless playdates with after school. Maybe you went off to different high schools or circled in different circles. Sometimes that happens. You change. They change. It's par for the course. But you know what's kind of cool? That when you're a grown up and you are on social media you can reconnect with those childhood friends. If you want. I wanted. She wanted. We reminisced about our gra

I am by no means a saint. There are people I do not like. I gossip with my besties. I am constantly ripping on news reporters and TV shows that aren't being realistic. I yell at my kids more than I care to admit. I sometimes yell at the dog. (In my defense, why does she need to circle 8 times before she finds a place to do her business? In the freezing cold?) I lose my patience easily. But I think I have a good heart. I have a tremendous amount of empathy. It's really not that difficult to be kind. Remember the old saying "if you dont have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" Again. No saint. But usually if I don't have anything nice to say I bite my tongue (and maybe will then say it later to my husband, or best friend) No saint. HOWEVER this making fun of people with disabilities is just beyond being mean. It is really inhumane. Who on earth raised you to think you are better than someone else? How about, for just a sec

As I sit in my house on this sleety snowy rainy miserable ass day, I ponder. It’s what I do. Seriously if I’m listing things I excel at- pondering is right up there with obsessing and over analyzing. Today my ponder is about the elderly. My mom is my bff. If you were a fly in our house from the ages of 12-18 you may be laughing your ass off right now. But it’s true. We survived the teen years (there is hope for me and my boys) And she became my best friend. (Not to diminish my other BFF since the age of 9; who is a BFF in a completely different capacity) So mom became my go to person. No date on a Saturday night? No problem. We went to the movies. Crying I was still single on my 30th birthday? Spa day with Mom. This only accelerated when I became a mom myself. Kid coughing? Not eating? Making me a premature gray haired woman? Called mom. Hourly. My mother is now 90. She is not the person she was; which is often heartbreaking. Yet, there are many times that she

I haven't slept in over 2 weeks. Ok ,it's a slight exaggeration but not totally out there. I'm blaming my jaw (TMJ) and my 35 years of migraine suffering. I thought it was my pillow. New pillow did not solve the issue. I blamed my stress level - which is funny because really my stress level is higher because of my no sleep. Sleeping aids not helping. Nothing is helping. I'm starting(started) to lose my shit. But then Pete Frates died at the age of 34, from ALS. And tomorrow is the anniversary of the Sandy Hook Shooting. And a freshman from Barnard just got shot and killed by a 13 year old (that age is not a typo) And the president of our country is tweeting/bullying a 16 year old. So I paused and tried to put things into perspective. That's the thing isn't it? Your life can seem really crappy until you hear about other stuff and you have to say to yourself.. GET A GRIP Your lack of sleep (even if the jaw pain and the headache behind

Why is one of my top news stories talking about  Nick Jonas getting a puppy Does Candace Cameron Bure spend months on end just making Hallmark Christmas movies? Does anyone make/eat stuffing other than on Thanksgiving? Is it weird that I'm counting down til my kids are 18 so I can stop worrying about what to make for dinner? Is Tom Hanks really as amazing as he appears? Remember when people used to have to call each other to "talk?'" #lifebeforetext Every year it amazes me that  stores have  a small corner, IF THAT,  dedicated to Hanukkah "stuff". (One of life's struggles as a Jew) How can I get a migraine when I'm sleeping? 2 years of braces as a kid and at 51 I'm being told I need them again. What was the point? I wonder if parenting gets easier? I wonder if I will ever stop worrying? (That last one made me laugh out loud)

Dear friend I know today wasn’t perfect. You dove into the Halloween bag that’s been sitting in the pantry, your kid had a rough day at school (which as we know, means you are feeling the pain), you didn’t get to the gym and you got a flat tire. While waiting at the auto shop, you decided to browse social media and see what Patty, Tracey and Sam are all up to. Perfect lives are splashed across your page. Oh look at Patty’s gorgeous children (who apparently were celebrating at a dinner out because of their stellar report cards). Arms around their parents in their adorable vineyard vine button down plaid shirts. Sam is in Aruba (she’s always somewhere, it seems). She is so lucky to have that figure. She probably never dives into the old Halloween bag of candy and doesn’t miss a day at the gym. Tracey’s son made the football team and is off to a “big party”. He is loving “every second of highschool” and here he is with his group of friends. None of this has cheered you up. As a