There are a lot of similarities between Americans and Brits, but there is one glaring exception. Ironing. I didn’t know ironing was a thing until I met my mother-in-law. She told me, with a straight-face, that she liked to put on music and work her way through a pile, nay mountain of ironing which included, but was…
Tag: guilt
It’s Not Me, It’s You
Dear Mom Guilt, Listen…you’ve been there for me since the very beginning. Right from the time I poured myself a glass of third-trimester/doctor approved wine you’ve been hanging around. Remember the time I was pregnant and had a hankering for soft, unpasteurized cheese? You made sure I knew you were there for me. The first time I…
Saints and Martyrs
Three Italian Catholic mothers walk into a kitchen. It could be the start of a bad joke. It could be an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond. Instead it is the reality of my annual summer vacation. Welcome to Gulit-a-polooza 2013. Every summer, for a few emotion laden days, I spend a great deal of time around…
Office Space
A few weeks ago my husband came home and spoke the words every non-working spouse dreads: “I have to work from home for a while”. I started working when I was fourteen, wearing the stink of spoiled soft serve and making blizzards you couldn’t spill at Dairy Queen for $3.25 an hour. I worked retail, did…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 