Sassafras Mama

I have a tendency to make life more difficult for myself.  This is ironic on all sorts of levels; it's not as if I don't face enough...

The shortest month of the year has really delivered when it comes to snow days.  This morning we awakened to the fourth snow day of the mont...

The backstory:  JT and I each own striped black and grey shirts and he's taken to calling them our jailbird shirts.  This morning, I set...

A few years ago, when JT turned 8, I organized a sleep over party for 8 boys.  The theme: 8 for 8.  It was very loud in my house.  Clearly, ...

What is the damned deal with snow boarders and the ridiculous outfits they wear? For one thing, it's impossible for me to take you ser...

This week's study hall book is entitled: Get Out of My Life. Great title.  Sadly, it is actually a parent's guide to dealing with t...

Today, my little boy turns 10.  To be strictly accurate, for some time he hasn't been my little boy.  He is a boy and he is mine.  But a...

Farmers have their crop circles but here in the land of the daily snow, we have sprouted snow circles.  These were on the hood of my car thi...

This past weekend, JT and I went to an art community in northern NJ.  We were there with my school's very patient ceramics teacher and s...

No snowstorm would be complete without a little snowball fight.  On Wednesday, as the snow was still falling, JT and I had a nice snowball f...