My favorite picture of my mother is one where she’s in her early 30’s, her 5’9” frame is sitting awkwardly on my two-foot wooden rocking horse, with a pair of miniature toy spectacles balancing on her nose...oh, and there’s a huge chocolate syrup stain on her work blouse! It’s one of those rare photos that shows the silly, playful side of my mother. What you don’t see in the photo is me, six at the time, cracking up. I wish I could show you guys, but my brother has the picture hanging on his wall at his home in Oklahoma (it’s his favorite, too).
What’s your favorite photo of your mother? But, WAIT, don’t post it here.
Windows Live recently launched the national “Portraits of Mom” contest and is giving you a chance to honor mom by uploading a photo of her (through May 15th) for a chance to win some cool prizes (video cameras, laptops, family vacations, etc.).
To enter portraitsofmom.com.
P.S. If you’re in New York or San Francisco this week, look up the Windows Live portrait studio – they’re giving away free portrait sessions for moms!


I've been told that I'm an oddity when it comes to receiving gifts, in that I absolutely adore every single gift I get, from the blingy watch my husband bought for me a few birthdays back to the scribble drawing my three-year-old nephew created for me this birthday. I don't care what it is, as long as I get something.
I don’t have a car, so I don’t get to shop in bulk at those
glorious warehouse stores as much as I’d like. But, don’t cry for me. I’m good
at talking a car-owning friend into dropping me off and picking me up; and when
I do, my favorite things to buy at Sam’s or Costco are salsa, wine, and
batteries – in bulk, of course.
I tried making soap a few years ago. The idea itself was solid–I’d create pine scented, antibacterial soap for hands that I’d wrap up pretty and dole out as holiday gifts. The end product was a disaster. It wound up smelling like toilet bowl cleaner. Ack! And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when my soap-making days ended.
Theres a weekend flea market in the school yard across the street from my apartment. Vendors sit under umbrellas selling the usual fare antique furniture, hand-crafted jewelry, homemade cookies. 












