By: Mary Fran Bontempo   [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] A lovely table top tree crafted when I was insane. I used to be so crafty. Not in the like a fox way, in the Martha Stewart way. Back when I was stuck at home with little ones, or, to be more politically [...]

By: Mary Fran Bontempo I think I'm finally done. About an hour ago, I came home from my seventy-sixth trip to the grocery store in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner. Okay, it wasn't really seventy-six trips, it was more like three hundred seventy-six. Or at least it felt that way. Regardless of my copious list-making, I inevitably forget something, which requires me to go back to the store, where I pick up the requisite [...]

By: Mary Fran Bontempo I'm ashamed to admit it, but I looked. Despite my aversion to their vapidness, stupidity and general uselessness, after hearing the latest uproar about the latest episode in the land of Kardashian over-exposure, I just couldn't help myself: I looked at the picture of Kim Kardashian's bum. Over-exposure it was. In case you missed it, and I don't know how you could have, last week, Kim Kardashian continued on [...]