March 2011
6 posts
Aw, hell to the no. →
“Hell to the No” was my favorite song on this week’s gLee. I drive a Mercedes and I love to watch one, too. Click on the link above and tell me you didn’t dance. Hell to the no, I would not believe you.
Hell to the no.
Mary Tyler Son often comes home from his babysitter with some sort of arts and crafts project he’s done that week. Stickers on colored paper go straight to the recycling bin after I coo over it sufficiently in his presence. Holiday items go into holiday storage to be brought out the following year. The really amazing stuff goes straight to the “gallery” in our kitchen room (a...
I'm moving on up, to the east side, to a deluxe...
Hello faithful readers, all three of yee. Soon Mary Tyler Mom will be making a move to ChicagoNow.com, a virtual branch of the Chicago Tribune. Details to follow.
There will be lipstick.
Today I’m wearing what I fondly refer to as “soft pants.” Fridays are generally quiet and predictable around these parts. We wake up, I relish in the not having to get set and go by 7:15 in the a.m. Mr. Mary Tyler Mom leaves for the office and Mary Tyler Son and I play and relax until we leave for Wiggleworms class. We dance, we sing, we watch the construction of the new...
The feel good post of the year.
So an old high school friend (shout out to Henry) posted a link yesterday to a news story about a woman who had recently published her memoir (Hiroshima in the Morning by Rahna Reiko Rizzuto). The memoir is about Rizzuto choosing to leave her two sons and husband, which got me thinking: Why is this news? My first response was that men do this every day. Every damn day men walk away from their...
