Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Go ahead, search the internet high and low for best gifts for Father’s Day and you’ll find *yawn* the same boring old lists. The stuff that your Dad doesn’t really want. Hint: He doesn’t want another tie. Dad wants something that will make him grunt in Tim-the-Tool-Man-Taylor style. So if money is no object for …
The idea is that I’m supposed to step into this blog space and leave you a nice tidy little post about one thing. And herein lies the problem today. I don’t have one thing. I have too many things. Way too many things. Yesterday, I attempted to sit down and work at my computer but …
I might be the only one not offended by the Wall Street Journal’s recent article on mommy blogger conferences. I missed the initial brouhaha on social media when the story cracked. After reading an angry tweet, I searched for the article and had my pitch fork at the ready. I mean, if my fellow bloggers …
One of the best gifts of spring is the heralding of summer just around that bend in the road. And living in a cold climate with a darker, colder and drawn out winter makes the bright, hot days of summer seem like the prize for making it through another year of seasonal cartwheels. We switch …
Spring is finally here and for many of us, we are excited for warmer weather, BBQ’s, and lots of backyard time. For me, one thing that makes my backyard extra special is our vegetable garden. It’s a fun project that runs from spring all the way to the end of summer and the kids enjoy …
One month before she committed suicide, Rehtaeh Parsons posted a picture of herself on Facebook with a quote from Martin Luther King captioning it as such: “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” And in the end that is exactly what happened for Rehtaeh. …
We live in a society where most of us are attached to our phones. I am guilty of this myself with my hand often holding it for no other reason but to feel the comfort of knowing it’s there I guess. It’s become my fourth appendage, never far, always charged and ready to connect me …
Last week, our 7 month old Bernedoodle suddenly became obsessed with his wiener. Not that he’s not always obsessed with it, but it was receiving an inordinate amount of affection if you know what I mean. To top it off, our other dog, was picking up the slack when Wookie’s tongue needed a rest. Now, …
