The dollar store lures with its cheap thrills. Is it a hunt for bargains or for something more?
Where have I been? Living life and raising my kids this summer has been a full-time job. Both the boys have been home with me, nearly every day, and I felt it was best to devote as much time and energy to swimming, building Legos and referreeing brotherly squabbles. But with one boy in school […]
Yan can cook… but can he get my kids to eat their vegetables? Grace takes advantage of a cooking class with Martin Yan to get some parenting advice.
Growing up, my father marched our family down many a hiking trail. I was always convinced that the love for the outdoors had skipped a generation. Or has it?
I had been trying to shelve away thoughts about the two pieces I submitted for publication last fall. There is a part of me that believes, as long as you don’t know… anything is possible! As the old saying goes, when one door closes, another door opens…
My son has really gotten carried away with St. Patrick’s Day, a holiday I never really celebrated as a kid. What I remember most was the fear of getting pinched for not wearing green. Or the fear being harassed for wearing green while not Irish. Could this be a sign of his innate Irishness?
I received an e-mail today that struck me as sad reminder of how this recession is hitting small business owners — particularly those with a niche market. I have been fascinated by Zhen Cosmetics for quite some time. I first saw their products advertised in some Asian American publications back in the mid 90’s, and was intrigued at how a couple of Chinese American sisters (from Minnesota, no less!) started up a business with the premise of making cosmetics for Asian skintones. It makes me sad that “little guys” are getting hit especially hard by the recession. Because if the corner cafe or the quirky boutique goes out of business, it’s taking a little piece of our uniqueness with it.
I’m trying to cut down on all the frenzied rigamarole of the holiday season. I let Steve decorate the tree, I didn’t volunteer to bring any graham crackers for the first grade gingerbread houses, and I tried to cut down on the number of presents this year. But one self-imposed ritual I refuse to give up is the photo Christmas card.