The Dolly Mama Diaries
I'm Not Talking to Myself... I'm in a Meeting.
Somewhere between paying bills, raising kids, and remembering passwords, I started having full conversations with myself. Turns out I'm not crazy — I'm just over forty. And honestly? The meetings a...
When Your Craft Room Takes Over the House
Ever wonder where all your craft supplies came from? This funny Dolly Mama story is for every crafter who has ever bought more ribbon, fabric, yarn, paper or crochet hooks than they'll ever admit.
The Three Letters That Made Me Panic
My brother texted me "Mom has, IMO…" and I did what any responsible sixty-something would do. I panicked. Then looked it up. According to Dr. Google, IMO stands for Intestinal Methanogen Overgrowth...
When Your Craft Room Takes Over the House
Ever wonder where all your craft supplies came from? This funny Dolly Mama story is for every crafter who has ever bought more ribbon, fabric, yarn, paper or crochet hooks than they'll ever admit.
The Three Letters That Made Me Panic
My brother texted me "Mom has, IMO…" and I did what any responsible sixty-something would do. I panicked. Then looked it up. According to Dr. Google, IMO stands for Intestinal Methanogen Overgrowth...
My Ego Thinks I'm Amazing. My Anxiety Would Like a Word.
I can convince myself I should be running the country — and five minutes later, I apologize to a self-checkout machine. Nobody has it all together. They're just better at hiding the junk drawer.
The Unexpected Gift of Getting Older: You Simply Stop Giving a Duck
There comes a point in life when something magical happens. You wake up one morning, notice a new chin hair, a mysterious ache in your left hip… and instead of having a complete emotional breakdown...