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Girls in the Know: 31 Bits

When you were a little kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? Firefighter? Mail girl? Astrophysicist?



I wanted to be a singer, but I couldn't say the word very well, so I would say I wanted to be a "seener." And I would wear pink turtlenecks and sing along to records, because I am that old.



My mom wanted to be a librarian. She even majored in it for a week in college until she

Got the Music in Me

Yesterday morning, when only fourteen people in the Midwestern time zone were awake, I arrived at the studios of Life 107.1 to substitute on the morning show.



I had a blast. And I kept things clean, not one smoke break in sight.



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I tried looking professional with the big-honker headphones, but I'm pretty sure it didn't work. By the end of the morning, one of the folks at

It's a Big, Tasty World

Have I mentioned my love of food? I know I did recently, but I don't talk about food here nearly as much as I, say, think about food. Or shop for it, prepare it, eat it, and then think about it again. Heck, I even write about it. No Kimberly Stuart book is complete without two things:



1. Narcissistic wailing and gnashing of teeth, particularly the night before it releases and I realize anew

Being Real With My Bad Self

Listen, I tried to be Wonder Blogger Girl. I really did. For awhile there, I was posting three (THREE!) times a week, which easily shattered any previous record ever set here. And I enjoyed it because I like you people and I like hearing from you.



Turns out, however, thrice weekly was too much. I'm sure you were tired of my musings and I was running out of time to, say, read books or keep

Hope Springs Eternal

Is it over yet?



This is the disheartening visual of my attempt to ascend our driveway this morning after taking Ana to school. I didn't make it. After schlepping Thea in my arms up to the house, her fingers a death-grip on my coat as I slipped and slid, I felt it was time to (A) e-mail this photo to Marc, who is out of town with Mitch visiting Marc's parents in a warmer climate and (B) come

Gene Pools and Other Dangers

I heard recently that some people just do not possess the close-the-drawer gene. Evidently these particular humans are simply unable to remember to close drawers and cupboard doors after they have opened them.



This seems like sketchy science to me (and in fact, my source was absolutely unscientific), but I have decided to work with this. I happen to live with two individuals who are poster

Thanks and an Update

Hi, all.



Thank you for praying for Jada. This has been a rough week, but I think little Jada and her strong mama (and grandma!) are on a slow downhill slope. Please do remember her in your prayers and thank God with me that she is healing.



Lindsay blogs beautifully and usually with a frequency that makes her older sister's head spin. She posted an update here. You can see post-surgery

We Are Family

 Take a gander at this lovely girl.


My niece. Jada Rae. So stinking cute, it's nearly painful.

I adore her, as I do her mama, her daddy, and her brother. Jada is recovering from a big-dog surgery she underwent last week to repair her cleft palate.


I am in awe of smart doctors and their moxie to fix a tiny mouth by putting it all back together. I am in awe of my little sister, who has big

Spring Fashion 2013

Because I love you, I have gone ahead and condensed a spring fashion guide right here, right now. You may write me a thank-you note. But please only do so if you are wearing one of these featured ensembles.



First we have the ever-beloved crotch pant. 



 Because we all have great reasons for accentuating that particular part of the body.



Next up, the day-glo pink evening gown with

Holding Out for A Hero(ine)

I'm really so sad about this man in the news.



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As you might know from this post we are obsessed with the Olympics. When Mr. Pistorius ran in London this summer, all five of us cheered until our voices cracked. I cried when I heard the humility and grace with which he handled the press.



And now he is accused of murder.



Mitch was absolutely frantic for an explanation. "