Posts Tagged: m.j. pullen

Much to the chagrin of my eldest child, Monday night I went with my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and another friend to see Cyndi Lauper and Cher at Phillips Arena. Amazing show. In my most basic moments of vanity and self-aggrandizing, this may be my Number One reason for wanting to be a famous novelist.  Why? Because  […]

“Mommy, you’ve been gone too much. You’ve been gone Every. Single. Night.” Ugh. Rip my heart out and stomp on it, why don’t you? Yes, those were the words over Cheerios this morning of my Pre-K Little Man, who wishes his name were Anakin even though he has never seen the Star Wars movies, and  […]

One of my favorite memories from teenager-hood was the night some friends and I sneaked out of our houses and met at the Waffle House at midnight. We were all sixteen, and driving was our newly granted privilege (or at least for most of us, I was the youngest and constantly hitching rides). We were  […]

Well, here we go: I promised you I’d update you about the sugar detox journey. To be honest, I’m sort of hoping that if I write things out and post them publicly, it will help me re-center myself as well. The osteopath is going to drag it all out of me tomorrow anyway. [If you  […]

Last weekend, I got to add “marrying my best friend” to my life’s list of peak experiences. Okay, well, technically I married my best friend almost eight years ago. That was when I slipped something in Hubs’ drink and hauled him under the chuppah on a Labor Day weekend. (When he said “I do,” he  […]

A little conversation in the minivan (Vaneschwitz!) with my almost 5-year old on the drive to preschool this morning: Him: I have this button that gives me happy thoughts and this button that makes me go all crazy, and then a safety button that is only for emergencies. Which one should I press? Me: Umm…  […]

I wrote this blog on a notepad at lunchtime, sitting outside a cafe in downtown Roswell, Georgia, and enjoying one of the many perks of my career as a high-priced prostitute fiction writer. Today is a day like Heaven, at least in metro Atlanta. It’s a sunny mid-70’s, and the greenish-yellow pollen that has coated  […]