the chronicles of mommia

A few days ago, I turned 51. It’s the first year I’ve really felt less like celebrating and more like hiding. Maybe not hiding, but definitely not bragging.  Typically, I’ve enjoyed my birthdays. I’ve never lied about my age. Actually, I’ve always loved my age; I’ve been proud of it, even.  This year, though, there’s been a noticeable and regrettable shift.  And I think it’s for these two reasons: My body finally feels its age. And I finally look my age.  I remember having a

Cooking isn’t my strong suit. I try, and I try hard, but it’s not something that comes innately to me as it does many of my friends and family members. I’m the person who meticulously measures out every teaspoon, ounce, and cup and has no clue how to deviate from a recipe. In fact, the mere thought of divergence will keep me up at night. So, when it’s holiday time, and our homes are full of loved ones who all bring their own unique, it’s-been-in-my-family-for-generations dish

Remember when we moved to England to start our new lives? It was only January of 2021 when we stepped off the long flight and onto our...

Well, we did it. We moved to England from the US about four months ago and it's been... intense. I'm not sure what I thought it was gonna...