A story of roller blades, missing teeth, and lies.

Roller Blades & Deceit

Glen and I were taking a walk on a bike trail a few years ago and we saw a guy on roller blades. Totally unprovoked, Glen turned to me and said “Hahaha, you would look ridiculous on roller blades.” DUDE! That’s so offensive, and 100% accurate. I wanted to be mad but I couldn’t because…

Pitches be crazy

Pitches Be Crazy

For a while all I had for this blog post was the title, but I really needed about 600 more words. So getting the invite to my high school alumni softball game was serendipitous. You and John Cusack probably think that I’m playing it a little fast and loose with the word serendipitous here, but…

My Brother's The Favorite

My Brother’s the Favorite (And That’s Okay)

No really, it’s fine that my brother is the favorite. Tom is just fundamentally better than I am and if I were my parents I would like him more too. In honor of his birthday this week I’ve put together a top ten list of reasons why he deserves the title. (Merm and Pop, if you…

Norah Bean Casserole

My littlest person turned the big 1 this weekend so Glen and I are now the proud wranglers of two toddlers. It’s almost adorable how I thought everything was sticky a few months ago. Because now everything is really sticky, and “mine,” and lost forever. But I wouldn’t trade it for all of the non-sticky, non-mine, non-lost things…

You Gotta Get Good Egress

I like to claim that my dad is single-handedly responsible for the New England Patriots’ dynasty. A Giants fan born and raised, Pop decided to make the switch and buy Patriots season tickets when we moved to Massachusetts, but only after Bill Parcells was named head coach. After watching the Big Tuna’s success at the…

A Merm By Any Other Name

I call my mom “Merm” and we can probably all agree that’s a little weird. You don’t hear a lot of “Merm” out on the playground. But I have my reasons. Growing up, we had family friends with a boy my brother’s age and a boy my age. Our parents are #bff, so the kids…