>Strange things are happening here at Suburban Turmoil. Ever since my Golden Globes wrap-up, I have found myself caught in the uncomfortable Google beam of Lisa Rinna Radar. All sorts of folks have been sifting through the pages of my life, searching for more information on “Lisa Rinna hairstyle,” “Lisa Rinna dress,” “Lisa Rinna Freak […]

>INTERIOR: A courtroom formidably outfitted in shades of brown, light brown and dark brown. BAILIFF: “All rise for Carpool Court!” ENTER Lucinda from back door as music swells in the background. Something along the lines of Ba dum dum. Ba dum dum DUM! (tick a tick a tick a tick a) Ba dum dum. Ba […]

>”Lucinda, this is Mindy. She’s been reading your blog.” Sally, my friend from high school, introduced me to Mindy last night over cocktails at a trendy tapas bar. I was staying with Sally for the weekend, doing what any good wife and mother does when she’s on her own for a few days with her […]

>It’s a strange thing to leave a place where I’m the mother, the wife, the chief cook and bottle washer, the launderer, the nanny and the naggy nag nag- and to end up in a place where I am and will always be simply the child. For all my responsibilities, my accomplishments, my stretch marks […]

>Note to friend of my 15-year-old stepdaughter: Do not call at 6am to tell us it’s a snow day. We realized this when lots of snow fell the night before. We will hear the phone ring and think someone has died and rush to answer it and not fall back asleep until 7am. Note to […]

>As you’ve watched me blatantly whore for Best of Blogs votes this weekend, perhaps you’ve been a bit surprised, even alarmed, by witnessing this new and unexpected element of my personality. “Lucinda always seemed like a woman of integrity,” I can hear you saying in my mind. “I would have thought she’d be far too […]

>My cell phone rang this afternoon while I was at the supermarket. “I can’t believe you wrote about that.” “About…” I looked around. Just me and the canned vegetables. I lowered my voice. “About my hoo ha?“ “YES,” my husband hissed. “Well, it was pretty funny. I thought.” “Yeah,” he conceded after a pause. “But […]

I’m not what you’d call a high-maintenance kind of girl. Oh, I keep up appearances. Mostly. I wear make-up and brush out my hair and I wouldn’t be caught dead in a track suit (apologies to all my track suit wearing readers- Hey, you look fabulous! It’s just not a good look on me). But […]

>I’d like to say that I was busy ironing or something when I blithely paused by my computer, pressed a button, and discovered to my great surprise and delight that I was a Best of Blogs finalist. Because I wouldn’t want you to think that I got up at 3:30am Wednesday morning, snuck downstairs like […]

>As I thumbed through the mail, my heart skipped a beat. To The Italian Food Lover at 1120 Stillwood Drive. I read the postcard for Abruggio’s Family Restaurant with shaking hands before dropping it and abruptly running for the stairs. I flew down the hall and angrily threw open the attic door. “How did you […]