Uplifting And Positive News
I wrote down my phone number and passed it to a man at a bar this week. Asked him to call me. Please, please call me! My husband is, Well, So incredibly proud. As we have a crisis brewing. With the new laptop I bought. Like moving into a new house, I need to move my old files onto the new one. Which is a problem because my old
The stranger’s knock on my front door exposed me. For the cheater I am. One unexpected visitor’s request making me realize I’ve gone down a path I never intended. How I’d stopped appreciating what I have here at home. My eye started wandering innocently enough. By clicking around a few websites. Checking out other people. How they live. What they have. How much better than mine. My name is Daryn and I’m a house cheater. Yes, I’ve been unfaithful to
My daughter will tell you I’m crazy. She doesn’t understand. At all. Somewhere between two days before Christmas and New Year’s Eve I simply had a revelation. That I messed up. Not my mother-in-law’s chocolate pie. Not my first novel. Though, I certainly did a fine job of making a disaster of both of those. I’m talking big. As in parenthood. Yeah, I messed up parenthood. The awareness has been creeping in our home with each arriving college acceptance letter.
What can I say? I lied to my dog. Each day for almost 17 years I declared, “You are the smartest! The prettiest! The most clever! Best dog ever.” Well, the day she ate the stuffing out of my neighbor’s antique chair, I might’ve had a few other choice words. Still, I bet that day, Any day, really, She heard me. Smartest. Prettiest. Best. Was it a lie? Indeed, it was. Darla would never win Westminster. She never earned a
I never expected to catch my husband doing this. Not this husband. Not during what should be a season of gift giving. Oh, sure. Every wife is shocked. Says her man would be the last to love another girl. I can say it with fortitude. Not my husband. Not this girl. But it has happened. I’ve caught him. It appears, Husband has fallen for my dog. Yes, this husband who swore he never wanted a pet. This husband who couldn’t
It’s not that I’m blaming anyone. After all, the terms were right there in bold print in the Mommy contract. Maybe you signed the same one, Dear Reader? The one where you swear you don’t believe in germs. Not when it comes to taking care of your ailing family. You convince yourself you’re invincible, Have a special super hero protection shield, And do what you have to do in order to take care of everyone else. That’s how I ended
In case you were wondering, Yes, that was me. The lady pushing her buggy down the aisle of the grocery store right before Thanksgiving. Tears streaming down her face. That was me. Tears were not the plan. Yukon Golds for mashed potatoes, Elbow macaroni for mac n’cheese. A few other things I had forgotten. That was the plan. I should remember my tears always have their own plan. Make no allowances for public appearances. And so, they picked the day
Time is running short. Your gift list is not. Whether it’s Secret Santa at work, a girlfriend, your sister, you mom, you need that extra gift. One she’ll really enjoy. Here are some I can highly recommend: “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” Of course, I’m going to mention my latest book. Only because I’ve been told it really does make a great gift,
The world knew Florence Henderson as a talented actress and of course, as Carol Brady, the mom on The Brady Bunch. Those of us who grew up with her kids in Beverly Hills, knew her as, “Mrs. Bernstein,” the mother to the some of the nicest kids any of us knew. When Florence Henderson passed away last week, the producers at HLN asked me to come on and share a sweet side of her millions of her fans probably didn’t
My friend, Lori, is nuts. Some would say. Who walks away from a job she worked more than 20 years to get? A job she loves. A job with perks. Who does that? A certain kind of woman. Also known as, A mom. “My kids are now 9 and 5, precious ages I don’t want to miss,” she shared this week on Facebook. Trading in 9-5 for her kids
