Starting a blog about how to be a Cool Broad has finally come back to bite me in the arse. This weekend my husband and I were in the car and I was just a yammerin’ away about, well, I don’t know…probably me, or my feelings, or what happened ...

The week we moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia was a rough one. Besides the fact that I had a 7 year-old starting a new school in the middle of the year and a 3 year-old with no preschool prospects, we moved into the house on a Tuesday, had my husb...

A few years ago my husband was at the airport heading for his gate when he noticed a small group of people walking toward him. The guy in the middle of the group stood out, looked sort of familiar, but my husband couldn’t place him. When he made ...