Oh, that we could always see Such spirit through the year I’ve been in such a negative frame of mind lately and I know that’s been seeping into my posts. By the time Friday rolled around, I was exhausted, sad,…
Author: Sabrina Manno
After about 13 years of working as an editor for various publications in New York City, I gave up my professional career to stay home with my two beautiful children. While I enjoy being a mom (mostly), the trials and tribulations that these two human beings put me through daily are enough to test the patience of a saint! And I am no saint.
I’ve spent the past four-and-a-half years struggling to find my way back to the autonomous, carefree woman I once was. My first step toward that goal came in June, when I took over as president of a local chapter of the International Moms Club. This role has introduced me to many wonderful moms, allowed me to flex my professional and creative muscles, and given me a whole new purpose! Most importantly, though, it’s motivated me to pursue my true dream: starting this blog.
I love to write, and I love to make people laugh, so that’s why I’m here. Full disclosure: I tend to be too open, a little (OK, a lot) sarcastic, and honest to a fault. I love my kids to the moon and back, but they drive me crazy and I’m not afraid to admit it or write about it.
A Reason To Slow Down This Holiday Season
And so it begins, House Manno. Those are our “house words,” in true Game of Thrones fashion, LOL. And in this case, I’m referring to the gross, nasty, debilitating, depressing cold and flu season. As soon as we hit Fall,…
Jingle Bah Humbug
We’re barely into December and the holiday season is exhausting me—physically, emotionally, spiritually, socially. A few weeks ago, I gushed about how much I love this time of year and how important it is for me to keep up with…
A Journey With My Musical Soulmate
“Who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once.” ― Robert Browning Almost two weeks ago my husband and I scored a “date day” in Manhattan (thank you Babu & Papa!). We got there early; feasted on Italian cheeses, meats,…
Holding On To A Memory
My son is fascinated with my elbow. I have no idea why, but I know it started around the time he turned 18 months (he will be 3 in December), when we began potty training. For some reason, my elbow…
My Magnificent Gift
I’m thankful for a lot of things this holiday season. I’m thankful for my amazing and gorgeous children, whom I love more than anything in the whole world; my dearest family and friends, all of whom have shaped me into…
The Elephant In My Kitchen
I’ve never claimed to be one of those parents who thinks she has it all figured out. Hell, I’m almost five years in and I still have no idea what I’m doing. Sure, I’ve figured out how to game the…
Oh Solitary Tree
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.” –Kahlil Gibran I came across this quote the other night and it spoke to me. (I even taped it to my laptop so that I can read it every day.) If…
The Story Of A Preemie
I recently shared a post on Facebook in support of prematurity awareness. This movement is near and dear to my heart because my beautiful daughter—my first born—was a preemie. It’s not easy sharing this story. When you go through something…
Go Away, Mommy Guilt
I’ve been thinking a lot about mommy guilt lately. Yesterday morning before school, I was online trying to create an event for my local mom’s club. (I happen to be the club president, so it’s kinda in my job description…