Somehow, in the past two weeks, my vegetable garden exploded. Its sole produce? Tomatoes. Have I mentioned that I'm allergic to raw tomatoes?
It was Date Night last Friday.
OK, so the kids go back to school on Monday, and I STILL haven't bought their school supplies. (I'm in denial about their "textbook fees," too— what are my taxes for anyway???)
My friends, I have failed you. I failed myself too.
My now 11-year-old daughter spent a week at Salomon Farm Park camp as a "farmer in training" recently, where she fell in love with the two pigs being raised on the farm — so in love with them that
When I first moved to Fort Wayne in 1994, the only farmers market available was the venerable Saturday morning South Side Farmers Market on Warsaw Street.
What up, dawgs?
My dog Molly is a cross between (we think) a Bassett hound and a dachshund. She's as long as our coffee table and just about as tall.
I took the kids (sans husband) off to Washington, D.C., last weekend to celebrate my brothers' (yes, plural) 50th birthdays (I have multiple brothers thanks to multiple marriages amongst my parenta
Those of you who are regular readers of this blog know I won't be nominated for Mother of the Year anytime soon.