I kind of have a thing for HGTV. It is a bit like a dependable friend for me. When my kids are napping and I have baskets upon baskets of laundry to fold, I can pop it on and almost always find a mindless it’s ok to Zombie out and miss several minutes because there is zero plot, kind of show. You know the type of shows I am talking about, it’s a couple, or a dude or a chick who are looking for the perfect house and they have their completely unrealistic check-list and their minuscule budget and they read more…

You like the title don’t ya… well stop your salivating cause it’s not that type of banging! This banging is less bedroom and more salon. That’s right, a few months ago I got bangs. Now this might not seem like a big deal to you, but for me it was a little bit of a journey that required me getting over my bang-a-phobia It all started when I forced myself to go to a new hairdresser. How did I force myself you ask? Well, I bought a Groupon because I knew my natural frugality would kick in and override my read more…

Yeah so I haven’t written a post lately. Actually I need to be more accurate, I haven’t published a post lately. I have written a few that sat then died in my draft folder. Why didn’t I publish them you ask? Well the basic answer is… they were annoying. After I wrote them I went back and I read them and they made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. You know when you find yourself that gross and annoying it is likely that you could cause a case of the full on heaves in a reader. So read more…

This weekend I celebrated my 7th anniversary with my husband and it had me thinking about that 7 year itch and I figured it might be fun to interview my hubby and ask him about that itch among other things. So here it goes… Me: Hi, I’m the Modish Mama. You might remember from such smash hits like: The Birth of Your First Child, The Birth of Your Second Child or The Birth of Your Third Child. Hubby: *Blank Stare, zero recognition* Me: Ummmm. *face going red * Well you know how you sleep on the right-hand side of the read more…

My mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer just after the May long weekend in 2000. I’m not one to have premonitions about things, but that May long weekend, I distinctly remember having a strong feeling that something was very wrong. Within days of having that feeling, I came home from work to find my mother and brother crying in our living room. That was when the big ‘C’ word first made its appearance in my life. Within weeks of her initial diagnosis we learned that my Mom’s cancer was a rare form called Inflammatory Breast Cancer that is highly aggressive, read more…