No more first days of school at our house.
It’s well after midnight, and I was in the kitchen enjoying a private binge of frozen cake straight from the package. I’m was feeling out of control, fat and guilty. My husband stumbled in, looking a bit panicky.
One of the sobering realities of growing older is the recognition that there are paths you’ll never wander again — that you swore you’d never want to.
Just in time for the holiday when we give thanks and eat lots of yummy food is the movie that makes Thanksgiving a holiday to be dreaded. That is if you a have a loud-mouthed twin sister named Jill.