by Mir Kamin
It’s strawberry-picking season, and that means bonus time with my teens and all my favorite, yummy recipes. Viva la strawberries!
by Wendi Aarons
But that’s how I feel about my kids. I really don’t care if they like my music. They spent years listening to me play Aretha, Luther Vandross, The Rolling Stones, etc. and if they one day said, “Hey, Mom? Can you put on that one AC/DC song?”, that’d be great. But I certainly don’t expect it. Just like they don’t expect me to say, “Hey, kids? Can you put on that one Tyler, The Creator song?”
Doesn’t look like anyone will be throwing this expectant mom a baby shower. How can she celebrate the arrival of her baby with a party she throws herself without it looking tacky? Is it possible?