I never know what to get my husband for anything. I used to try to dress him up with my holiday gifts, buying jeans and rugbies from the Gap and Banana Republic, but once he realized I was living some ’80s-Chicago-preppy dream and attempting to Jake Ryanize him, clothes as presents were off limits.…Continue Reading
Momma Love
Skin Authority Review
If you’re a friend or family member, you know that my search for good skincare products is legend. I’ve really and truly tried almost everything, but find that only a small portion of potions I’ve applied to my face don’t make me break out or manage my skin conditions (i.e. oiliness but dryness, clogged pores,…Continue Reading
It’s Coming, It’s Coming (An Excerpt)
{{I’m just about there. Almost done. This holds me accountable. Next? Revisions. Oy gevalt.}} The map fell with a clap from the front door and then all went quiet, except for the crackling of the fire. Annie tuned to look and in the flames saw the outline of someone familiar. “Is that?” Coriander…Continue Reading
Comes the Dawn
Do you remember this poem? My friend Ellen gave me a burnt-edged copy of it in high school, and I’ve loved its simple profundity ever since. Today’s a good day to read it again. Comes The Dawn by Veronica A. Shoffstall After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a…Continue Reading
Momma Love
I am writing this for Auds’ beautiful daughter, Meg. For some reason, I never expected to have children, despite Kathy King’s mumbo-jumbo “yarn” trick sophomore year that told me I’d be a mother to 16. I didn’t think I’d be married, either. I will admit that for awhile there, I DID wonder if maybe…Continue Reading
Plumbing: A Re-Poem
{{Originally posted in 2008… Here again, because it’s that kind of day…}} electric fingers, worn by silver move me forward, will I hear a whisper spent as light in near dawn, spirals hesitation limps, then settles sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold peeks through the porthole, spider glass pipes of…Continue Reading
“The Room”
Most days, I choose not to look inside and close “the room” to general viewing. If someone forgets to pull the door shut, I, unprepared for the vicious assault on my senses, cringe as I walk past, and pretend it doesn’t exist. Just doesn’t exist. It’s a figment of my imagination, a portal to another,…Continue Reading
Failed PR Pitch
First in a series… Dear Sandie Go Momma: You seem zippy! Always going somewhere, are we right? It says so right in your name, Sandie! Would you like to review our tornado car? It is built to withstand winds up to 300 miles per hour! We’re pretty confident that you will…Continue Reading
The Sport-Brella: An Experiential Overview
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s an experiential overview! I’m still not sure how to incorporate product reviews (henceforth referred to as “experiental overview” into my blog yet, or if I even want to, but I have found that I’m game if the following four bullet points are addressed: 1) The…Continue Reading
Something for the Impatient Among Us
So among my other stellar personality characteristics, two stand out: impatience and laziness. And when I found myself facing my mother-in-law’s birthday yet again without a present or card in sight (don’t EVEN get me started on my husband’s lack of preparation), I panicked. Because last year, we didn’t get her anything and boy,…Continue Reading
My New Notecards
I can’t even think of one sarcastic or funny thing to say here, as love struck as I am over my new notecards. Check it: I actually put my family name here, as in “The San Diego Mommasons.” Original, eh? Here’s the back of the card: Myra from Moon…Continue Reading
This Could Make Me Look Good(er)
Normally this post would go in the Momma Love section, but I’m busy making beans, so this must suffice as my post today. Meanwhile, please transmit fart death ray thoughts into the universe and pray that I don’t gas anyone to death with my super-farticious beans. I don’t know why, but my beans are always…Continue Reading
