We are talking cocktails today, even though at my ripe old age of 39, I'm finding it more and more difficult to indulge in even one drink without feeling horrible the next day. What is the deal with that?I'm not a big wine drinker. I know it's more sophisticated and I've tried to develop a better palate, but the truth is, my personal preference is always a girly cocktail over a glass of wine. I like sweet drinks, but not too sweet, and if there is some fruit and some kind of herb involve, even . . .

This is how we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. A $3 box of cereal. Green shirts. The end. You can pin that if you want to. (Last St. Patrick’s Day the fever pitch of craft ideas online paired with my children’s unrelenting grief over our lack of a leprechaun trap spurred me to write this little screed, which became the most-shared post on my blog.) I hope you are enjoying your day, no matter how you do it! . . .

The post was sponsored by Trulia, but the dilemma about where to settle down is all my own. Over the past ten years, I’ve had a growing sense of discontent about the neighborhood we live in. It’s a fine neighborhood by all accounts. We’ve lived here for 10 years now (our new house is just around the corner from our previous home). We’ve gotten to know our neighbors and the kids are happy enough. But there are some aspects about it that concern me as well. Our current neighborhood is situated in . . .

A few weeks ago I was invited to attend the premiere of House of Card’s second season. I was thrilled, because Mark and I completely binge-watched the first season and I am a fan. So we got all fancied up and headed up to Hollywood for the evening. Something you should know about movie/tv premieres: people get all dressed up and then they sit in regular ole’ theater chairs and watch a movie. That’s the part you don’t see. Yes, there’s the red carpet and the lights and the photographers. And . . .