The holidays are here and like the leading player in Pippin sings, we’ve got magic to do. In fact, that might be the Opening Number in the future smash Broadway musical I will one day write called “Moms in December.” Picture it. It opens with a few friends over a fun Sunday morning brunch at someone’s house, with champagne and quiche and friends saying how nice their Thanksgiving was … and then the brunch is suddenly interrupted by a flash of lightning and the ghost of Christ

A holiday devoted to gratitude, thankfulness, and eating – truly the most perfect combination. Our family is in between traditions this year; the loss of my mother-in-law means that my husband’s side of the family doesn’t really have a tradition, and the engagement of my sister means that there is a new family to include. My family of five is keeping it simple with a small dinner at home with one brother-in-law and his family — a total of 9 around my Thanksgiving table, unlik

When my friend Jen had her first baby in Y2K, it was before smartphones and texting. I got a phone call from her husband that Tyler had arrived and was healthy and perfect. This morning, I checked FB and learned he got accepted to college. COLLEGE. The first one of our little group is about to leave the nest and he’s knocking over the first domino. Next year, another senior. Then another. Then another. Then two in one year (not twins, just friends who had simultaneous babies)

It might be *almost* the much anticipated and also much dreaded holiday season if you find yourself up early on a Saturday morning thinking about googling recipes for Halloween candy brownies, Halloween candy bark, and anything else you can do with the Halloween candy. It’s not really the rotting of the teeth that worries you, or the sugar high – your kids can run it off the yard, they are pretty good about brushing their teeth and they have never had a cavity so you have to