Eight Things Learned in an Odd, Tartish Kind of Weekend
1. It is virtually impossible for a fourteen-year-old to pout if you crank the volume and car dance to We No Speak Americano. 2. The male forearm, when dusted with a smattering of crisp, dark hair, is extremely lickable. (Especially when attached Read More …
Ghosts of Halloween Future?
We had an odd Halloween in the O’Hara household – one I didn’t see coming, even though it might only have been predicted for the last fourteen years. I mean, kids do tend to grow up and become independent. They hit Read More …
The Pictures Wherein I Make Us All Jealous about My Summer Vacation – I Was Actually There, Right?
In a totally non-writing-related post, I never showed you guys pictures from our summer holiday and if I don’t do it soon, the opportunity will pass. We went to Maui for ten days, stayed in a condo found for us Read More …
Hardcore Partying: Tartitude’s Apple Corrupts Its Mother Tree
When Jan’s eighteen year-old daughter celebrates her birthday by included alcoholic refreshments, chaos, pandamonium, and panic ensue — that is to say, there are boy bands. Read More …
The Wait for Halo Reach: a Gamer-Mom’s Perspective
A mother’s perspective on the anticipation, frustration, and glory involved in scoring a limited edition of Halo Reach. Read More …
A Letter to My Daughter Upon the Beginning of Her College Career
My dearest Molly: On this, the auspicious beginning of the rest of your life, I thought to distill all I know about higher education. Some of this I heard from your grandparents, who in turn passed on the wisdom from their Read More …
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