My kids are fascinated by the idea of having a yard sale. At least, they’re fascinated in the idea of getting money for selling stuff.
But I’ve never – on my own – put on a garage sale, or yard sale, or even put anything up on Craig’s List.
Though I like the appeal of selling things we aren’t using, typically we end up donating them to local charities. I just don’t have the time to organize such an event.
But in case you’re planning on one with your family in the next …

Ah, fall. My favorite time of the year.
I got married in the fall. My husband’s birthday is in the fall. Football starts in the fall!
I love the change. I love the cool weather.
I drool over pictures of New England at this time of year.
It’s funny that fall is my favorite season, because I pretty much grew up in the Valley. And palm trees don’t exactly change colors with the seasons. In fact, they don’t change colors at all.
So as we are FINALLY out of the triple digits here, I broke …

Last week, I let the kids run loose on the beach in Southern California. They ran to the sand, frolicked in the waves and talked to strangers.
And I wasn’t within arms’ reach of them. In fact, there were a few times I couldn’t even see them. But their voices carried far and I knew they were just out the back door of the patio at the beach home we were visiting.
They laughed. They screamed “AHHH! We’re getting soaked.” They chased down the tennis balls dogs dropped for them to throw.
For the most …

Va-ca-tion!
Why does it seem that in the days leading up to vacation, 10,000 things need to be done?
I mean really – and I say this to my fellow moms – must the house be clean? The laundry done? The refrigerator stocked for our return?
No! All that REALLY needs to be done – in my case anyway – is the selection of a few outfits and bathing suits, followed by putting those clothes and two kids in the car. My husband has to work and isn’t joining us this trip out, so …

On Sunday, my girlfriend and I pulled off “The Great Mom-Me Escape.”
I didn’t even know I was part of the conspiracy to do this (I swear!).
Earlier in the week my son and her son were BEGGING to get together. Every afternoon there was a request.
So she suggested that on Sunday, her boys come over to my house and then I leave and come to scrapbook at her house. That sounded simple enough.
But honest, by “boys” I figured she just meant her 8-year-old, and that her nearly 13-year-old would like just …