Category: the writer in me

Totally Lost In Translation

The family was playing Pictionary before dinner last night. TO decided to choose the Super Hard mode for generating the challenges. I mention this beforehand so there will be moderately less judging about why I gave the answer I did. TO was furiously drawing scenes of battle etc on the board and I in my... Continue Reading →

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Parenting Dichotomies

Someone once told me that there's often sarcasm in my blog posts. It's disguised as tongue-in-cheek humor directed at my child. And my response to that is a resounding," You bet!". Parenting is hard enough. Blowing off steam in healthy ways makes blogging fairly benign in the scope of things. Apparently wishing to dump your... Continue Reading →

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2024…Soon To Be 2025

This year too, seems to have flown by. We've had all sorts of experiences by turn- happy, sad, meh and pretty much all the emojis have had a chance to be centerstage...even the poopy one. And oh the realizations! I can honestly say it's been chockfull of everything and then some. We've grown a bit... Continue Reading →

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Movie Review: Singham Again

Many people, me included, would tell you that if a movie manages to entertain in the manner it is intended; it's served a purpose. Since it's met expectations, does it matter there are the parameters that've possibly not met the mark? Maybe not. Reviews exist to let us know if the movie is worth the... Continue Reading →

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The Beauty of Alone Time

I woke up earlier than expected today because somehow my daily wake-up alarm got set for Sunday as well...oh well, no matter. I did my Wordle (I lost). I pottered around the house (needs dusting). I brushed my teeth (need to order more toothpaste). I then made my way to the kitchen after collecting the... Continue Reading →

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Diary Of A Teenager’s Mother

My kid's teenage years are kicking my heiney!* I was smarter as a teen than I am as a middle-aged mother of one. Primarily because I kept the eye rolling to a minimum and the simian grunts to a fairly non-existent level. I had to since my mother was handy with her spatulas and my... Continue Reading →

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The Dafuq Bloglet

Last night I'd asked TO to do one of his usual chores and he did; while holding firmly onto the tv remote. And I, being a person to *never* let a snarky quip pass me by, told him that once he grew up and if he had kids, would have to eventually put the remote... Continue Reading →

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