My New Year’s Writing Resolutions

I’ve actually never written New Year’s Resolutions before, but I do like setting concrete goals, so I thought I’d give it a try this year. Here are a few things I hope to accomplish this year with my writing: Continue reading

My Favorite Gift This Year

Just wanted to share with you all what my wonderful husband gave me for Christmas this year. He actually gave it to me weeks ago figuring (correctly) that I’d probably buy it for myself immediately after its release. Continue reading

Thank You for Washing

I realize I run the risk of coming off as a grumpy curmudgeon for writing this. (I’m not, really. I’m actually quite nice and more often happy than not, if you get to know me. I promise!) But even still, I’m going to write it. I feel like I owe it to my fellow Americans. Or at least my fellow bathroom users (which I’m assuming just about all of you are). Continue reading

Seven Things I Learned From Swimming Laps Today

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I swam laps today for the first time since Raymond was born. He’s 2 1/2 now. I used to swim 3-4 times a week when I was pregnant. I do work out fairly frequently, but for some reason I let the swimming go. But swimming is good for you, and I needed some variety, so into the pool I went. From today’s experience, I learned 7 things: Continue reading

My Dog’s Christmas List

Alternate Title: The Christmas Wish List of Lucimus Goosimus Varcinius Maximus Roder (Lucy to her friends)

This is Lucy.

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As you can see, she is quite adorable. That ridiculous nickname above is courtesy of my husband. She also goes by Lucy Goose, Snorty McSnortferson, Stanley the Grumpy Old Man, and Puppy. I’m pretty sure I gave her at least one of those names. You’ve heard dozens of stories about my kids, but honestly, Lucy is my first baby, and the first person to whom Santa brought presents in the Roder household. I’ve long believed that she was a human trapped in a dog’s body. Since that ten month-old baby got to dictate a letter to Santa, I thought I’d send out the wish list I’m sure Lucy would write herself, if only she had opposable thumbs. Continue reading