Author Archives: Mama Sully

50 Shades of I Totally Don’t Get It

I swear I don’t think about porn as often as I write about it, but I’m starting to seriously question my mental and sexual fitness, because I was left sweaty and panting reading “The Help” during all the scenes where the woman of the house didn’t have to do anything except have her friends over…

Confessions of an accidental life coach

I’m a life coach. I’m a life coach. I’m a life coach. Yep, no matter how many times I say it and where I put the emphasis, I wonder what the hell happened.  I was supposed to be a very rich, highly respected, go-getter corporate executive on top of the world by now.  That was…

When a dog loves a woman

On a random Sunday morning about 10 years ago – when I was unencumbered, unmarried,  muffin top-less and apparently very, very bored, my (now) husband and I finished up a nice long brunch in the city and as we drove home we passed the Anti-Cruelty Society. Perhaps we should have laid off the mimosas, because…

Seriously…just let the kids beat each other up. They’ll figure it out.

When I was a little girl, my grandma used to tell me stories about my dad and his three brothers when they were boys.  My favorite one was about how when they were about 8 and 9 years old,  Uncle Dave and Uncle Don would be walking home from school and sometimes they would see…

How I achieved peace and joy (by killing off our Elf on the Shelf)

Despite my bout with Seasonal Affective Disorder, I am oddly elated for a January day.  Relieved.  At peace. I made the executive decision to kill off Jack, our Elf on Shelf on Christmas Eve.  And it feels even more right than when I surreptitiously took all the Take 5 candy bars from my kids’ Halloween…

Spanx A Lot: My courageous battle with America’s #1 frenemy, shapewear

As I sit here hunched over my MacBook, trying to type really quiet so my kids won’t find me, I am seething. Not because they flooded the bathroom, or scratched the table with those dumb Bey Blades again, but because they’ve made me fat.  I can feel that muffin top spilling over my jeans and…

Dear Diet Coke – I love you, but if you give me cancer I’m going to kill you.

I started this life as a 7 pound cancer patient.  With some great doctors and a bit of luck, I’m still around to supply the world with my incredibly gorgeous progeny and blog posts full of mirth and keen insight.  Well, mirth at least. Hopefully. I have a little mantra that goes something like this:…

Thanks, Steve Jobs…I guess.

Steve Jobs died too young.  And a lot has been made in the last two weeks of all that he did for humanity and invention.  But I feel like none of the eulogies or quotes that made TV really got to the heart of what Steve Jobs and his inventions have meant to the American…