>It happened again yesterday at the supermarket. As I made my way out of the frozen foods, I noticed that a mommish-looking woman had cornered my 15-year-old stepdaughter and was deep in conversation with her. When I paused to tell 15 I was done and heading for the checkout, the woman didn’t even glance my […]

>Since I’ve started writing THE COLUMN, I’ve gotten a few e-mails and comments with friendly reminders not to let it “go to my head” and not to forget “the little people.” The little people? Hello! I’m living with two teenagers. I am the little people! Last night, I was told off for drinking the last […]

> I can think of a million reasons why I shouldn’t get pregnant right now. I already have a toddler and two stepdaughters. We’re out of bedrooms, with no easy sharing solution for a fourth child. We have no money. I still haven’t lost that last ten pounds of baby weight from the first pregnancy. […]

> The Googlers have been good to me this month, restoring my faith in the general stupidity of mankind (excluding you, your family and friends, of course. Y’all are brilliant). What can I do but try to help where I can? That’s why I present to you yet another installment of… Lucinda’s Advice Column Bad […]

>One of the most important things I’ve learned in the year that I’ve been blogging is that y’all love honesty. When I write what I’m really thinking, no matter how assinine or embarrassing it sounds to me, I get a great response from you guys. I’ve based my whole blog on the concept of putting […]

>And now, for your reading enjoyment, the latest Nashville Scene edition of Suburban Turmoil, reprinted here in all its glory… Swingers! I had a weird feeling about the guy as soon as my husband and I sat down beside him at the bar. Oh, he looked normal enough, with his Tommy Bahama shirt, wire-rimmed glasses […]

>So there I was, minding my own business, calmly helping Baby go down the slide in the local mall’s play center yesterday… when I felt it. The evil eye. Confused, I looked from face to face at the mothers and fathers seated on carpeted stairs around the play area. Nope, no, nuh-uh, Well hello there! […]

>Look at what Karen Rani did, y’all! Does she rock or what?

>I’ve been getting catalogues in the mail lately for designer children’s clothing. You know, the expensive shit that ends up being worn all of two times. The stuff only my mother will buy. Most of the duds look frankly uncomfortable. Hand smocked dresses with lots of lace, starched and appliqued gingham playsuits, scratchy monogrammed bloomers… […]

>This post originally appeared on the Nashville Scene blog. I like to think I’m wise to the ways of spammers. I’ve yet to take the bait and open the daily e-mails I receive from Mr. Jim Simbo and Sister and I don’t know how many millions of dollars I’ve given up after deleting lottery winnings […]