Back when I was living on the East Coast, people used to ask me all the time if I was a “real” Kennedy.
I’m not. There are some similarities, though. My father was Irish, and I was raised Catholic.
I don’t have an estate on Cape Cod, but my mother lives by the ocean.
My dad did not get rich in real estate, but he owned a large warehouse he liked to call the Kennedy Space Center.
I’m a single parent,
just kind of like Jackie was for a while. It’s unlikely I will marry a shipping magnate and inherit his fortune. I just never seem to find the time to travel in those circles anymore.
I have issues with the label “single mother.” I can explain.
Here’s some of what you’ll find here:
I’ve got them — about parenting, politics, work, other people’s kids. Pretty much anything.
I have a few. Remind me to tell you the one about my ex-husband.
My 6-year-old daughter. She’s a genius.
The family dog. We have no idea how old she is. No matter — her love is always young.
Making & crafting
I’m a short-attention-span maker. That is, I like to make things just to make them. And only once. All the better if the thing I’m making has some utility.
Who has time to make something just for the fun of it?
I’m often unsuccessful, so I can save you some time by showing you what not to do.
I love it. I really like pretty pictures of it.
Thanks for being here.