Da Holidays

The Mysterious Case of the Beaver in the 'Burbs

After many years in the suburbs, it seems logical that I would be familiar with most of the local wildlife by now. But when I saw something huge and furry that wasn’t my dog scurry across my backyard, I was pretty sure that I had witnessed something new to the ‘burbs. “There’s a beaver in our backyard,” I informed my husband. …

A Conversation with some Sh*tty Moms

A Conversation with some Sh*tty Moms

Every once in a while a book comes along that is so funny, so irreverent, and one that I can so completely relate to, that I need to give it a Lost in Suburbia shout out. Today Show producers and self-appointed sh*tty moms, Mary Ann Zoellner and Alicia Ybarbo  just released a sequel to their NY Times bestseller, Sh*tty Mom: The…

How Much Wood Can A Woodchuck Choke on?

Last year I had a real problem with Groundhog Day. The issue was, there were just too many darn celebrity groundhogs with differing predictions for the end of winter and I didn’t know who to believe. Between world-renowned rodent, Punxatawny Phil, lesser-known wonder woodchuck, Staten Island Chuck, and scores of others, the playing field was just way too crowded with…

Attack of the Frozen Turkeys

Attack of the Frozen Turkeys

“Congratulations!” boomed the checkout girl in the supermarket aisle as she handed me my receipt. “You qualify for a free turkey!” I looked down at the piece of paper and saw that I had spent enough at the market in the past two months to earn myself a free turkey. Truthfully, with the amount I spent, I should have gotten…

The True Gift of Motherhood

The True Gift of Motherhood

(In honor of my mother and all the other moms celebrating today, I’m rerunning a column I wrote in 2009 and also kicking myself for not giving my mom the same gift this year.  Miss you, Mom!  xoxo) As I was perusing the card aisle, I noticed that Hallmark had already started replacing their Mother’s Day cards with Father’s Day cards and…

A Very Monty New Year

A Very Monty New Year

“Monty has some New Year’s resolutions,” I informed my husband. “Is that so?” he responded, without looking up from his computer. “I’m serious,” I said. “He really wants to be a better dog in 2015.” My husband closed the computer and eyed me suspiciously. “He told you this?” “Well, not exactly,” I admitted. “But I felt his remorse, so I…