It’s Yellow Ball Monday, and mamamilk has the ball.January 29, 1995 I was flying along between Milwaukee and Chicago, with ABBA blaring while I belted out the lyrics, thinking life couldn’t get any better than this. The day before had been my first date...
As a young wife, I remember being at a barbecue with some of Ken’s friends from work and their wives. Whenever the men would start to ‘talk shop’, the women would roll their eyes and turn to begin their own conversation. They wanted to talk about...
Yesterday, I was looking for a crumb-free place on the counter to put something. There was none to be found. So I lost my cool, and ordered my kids in the kitchen to clean up after themselves.Then this morning, I literally shed tears of frustration because the counter...
The first time she met him, she thought, “I don’t have my wedding ring on, so he won’t know I’m married.” She doesn’t remember what attracted her. Maybe his forwardness? His attentiveness?Whatever caused the spark, it made her pulse...
I asked a friend yesterday what she was planning for Valentine’s Day (I was fishing for ideas to steal), and she said (in essence), “Are you nuts? I don’t do Valentine’s Day.” I had just come from another gathering of friends, and they...
ddiSpoiler alert: You might want to read part 1 and part 2 before you read on… I was a bit like Cinderella before the ball, humming little songs and dancing dreamily about my kitchen–the same kitchen that would soon be expanding by the magic wand of extra...