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My mother always said, “I don’t care how old the person is, I’ll give them candy if they’re wearing a costume.” I don’t even draw that line. Seriously, I have given candy to the parents of trick-or-treaters. What, I suddenly… Read moreHappy Halloween! Don’t be Scrooge McDuck
I’d like to give a special thanks to the city of Los Angeles. Because I’m sure they realized just how bad traffic would be if they shut down exits on the 405 and started construction on Sepulveda Blvd., the nearest… Read moreThank You, Los Angeles
I try to remind myself and others that the two things my mother wanted most–to have a family and have a career–happened after she turned 40. –Lucie Arnaz
One morning, before I was pregnant with Baguette, Mr. Sandwich said, “I had a dream last night. I was in the hallway, and a little girl in pajamas came up to me and said, ‘Daddy, I had a bad dream…. Read moreA Dream Come True
Today, Baguette is 18 months old. To be precise, 18 months ago, she was one hour and fifty-two minutes old. In true Sandwich fashion, she was very disgruntled about having to start her day by waking up. Trust me, Sweetie… Read moreThey Grow Up So Fast
You know how sometimes everything hits at once? This is one of those times. Somehow every project I have at work is at a crunch point. One of them seems headed into some sort of death spiral (naturally, this is… Read moreOne of Those Weeks
How do you pack lunches for your toddler? And what do you pack? Baguette is not a fussy eater–in fact, she has been known to enjoy a spicy dish or two. She’s starting to get intrigued by forks. That tells… Read moreMom-to-Mom (or Dad): Lunch Time
A week from today, Baguette will be 18 months old. I’m pretty sure she’s already turned 2. Last night, Pajanimals was banished for the evening. Why? Because someone was throwing her food, even after more than one warning. After a… Read moreBig Sigh, and Giggles
My father was a career Army officer. Now, you read that, and you think that we moved every 2-3 years, with the result that I feel constantly displaced. Entirely wrong. For starters, we moved every 5-7 years. And my parents… Read moreMaking a Home
It’s always nice to be recognized. And I don’t mean “you look kind of familiar–do I know you from the elevator?” Which just backfired on me last week. I mean the “Bravo! Great job!” kind. This week, another blogger, Puns… Read moreIt’s an Honor Just to Be Nominated