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I love this picture.  I am happiest when my husband looks at me this way.

There’s an old flame burning in your eyes.


Does that old flame still burn in yours? It’s burning in mine. And my husband couldn’t be happier about it.

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Not Up For Debate


What happens when a teenage boy with ADHD takes up cross examination in high school debate? I’ve never seen anything like it. Here’s the next installment of the Clark Chronicles.

iPhone and I pictured together, in happier days.

My iPhone is a Beast.


The latest battles in Pamela versus the iPhone. And I’m NOT winning.

In which Eric brings me something back from India.


Last time I blogged on the 30-day challenge, I shared how we make intimacy work while my husband is on the road. Now, he’s BACK! So, I’ll bet you want to know how it went? Did one of you just scream, “NO?!?” Don’t worry, I keep it PG on Road to Joy. And so did the viral Indian friend he brought back with him.

Drop a smile, spread some cheer.


Please take a moment to visit my guest post Honeymoon Tales: Three’s a Crowd. Maria Castro, the Tough Cookie Mom, has chosen it as her first ever guest post. Please show her (and me) some love by clicking, commenting, liking, sharing.

More of the gorgeous dancers at Garba Dance.

All’s quiet here on the Western front.


This week’s photos are from my husband’s business trip “east,” to India. WOW. Garba Dance, Mumbai, Jamnagar, Hotel Leela, giant bugs, and much more.

Guest Post: Teaching XX Versus Teaching XY


Guest post from Maria Castro, the Tough Cookie Mommy. Maria is an 8th grade teacher in New York City. Click through for “Teaching XX Versus Teaching XY” for her tough, funny take on gender differences in middle school.

Want more romance?  Want more sex?  There seems to be some kind of LINK between the two.  IME.   Ahmmm, cough.  Just sayin'.

Looking for love in all the right places.


I think I’ve got sex on the brain. My husband – the other half of our couple who makes you want to puke – is in India for 2 weeks. So I certainly don’t have sex on the bed or the sofa or the kitchen counter right now. None at all. But you can: Click through to read about the 30-day intimacy challenge for couples & follow on twitter at #30days.

I get around.


‘Round, ’round, get around, I get around, yeah. Today, I have guest posts on two sites. Click through for the links, and for goodness’ sake people, show them the love over on {a mom’s view of ADHD} and Truthfully Speaking. Thanks!

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Do you clutter your sentences?


A guest post from Tomica Bonner: Why yes I do? I raise my hand knowing I’m guilty. I didn’t realize how bad I was until editors started chopping my sentences to bits. I overuse words, phrases and padded sentences. Well I’m learning my lesson.

That's Farrah on the left.

There once was a man from Nantucket.


Love limericks. Even worse than it sounds.

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.


Crude elephants, walking frogs, surly teenagers, and so-cute-you-wanna-pinch-them dogs. It’s all in here, and then some. Plus me, trying to keep the commentary to a dull roar.

The Redneck Adventures of Bubba-Mon and the Quacker


So, recently my long-suffering island-boy-to-Texas-transplant husband convinced me that the perfect retreat for our family would be in a thirdhand trailer on a bug- and snake-infested piece of property five miles from Nowheresville, Texas. Yeah, for real.

Blowing Eric a long distance kiss right before I entered the reception.

Hot Diggity Damn


Houston Writers’ Guild Manuscript Contest 2010. And the winner is….

I spilled coffee on my Kona MS at the start of rewrites...a good sign!

Silent as a mouse, that’s me.


What have we been up to while the big cat’s away? Mum’s the word…

I want my mojo back.  And my husband.

Screw my best intentions.


I’ve got the lovesick writer’s block blues, oh yeah.

Ignoring instructions. And enjoying the journey.  Note to self: don't cross eyes in self-portraits.

Pretend like you give a spit.


Warning: read this post at your own risk. I take no responsibility for your boredom or waste of time. But you do need something to do, after all, during football commercials today. This one is all about the Road.

Poo Poo on You.


We asked Clark to do four chores. For three of them, he had excuses. The kicker was the dog poo.

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Rollercoastering


Up. Down. Down. Up. On a rollercoaster, your heart is in your throat most of the time. That is what life with teenage ADHD feels like to me. Ah, That Boy.

Which way to Nowheresville?

Return to Nowheresville


Once upon a time, my island-boy-turned Texan husband “Bubba-Mon” fell in love with a little piece of land known as Shangri-La and a rundown travel trailer named the Quacker near Nowheresville, Texas. We spent many happy hours rednecking there this summer. Then came August and the return of “teenager’s activities.”

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