Conversation opened. 1 unread message. Skip to content Using Gmail with screen readers 2 of 69,035 My Lu Lu bell is in Equadoe Inbox Bonnie Tarantino <bonnietarantino@gmail.com> 9:38 AM (1 minute ago) to me My Lu Lu Bell is in Ecuador. She quit her grueling cyber sales job back in November after saving for years to […]

By Bonnie Tarantino We often ask good questions at dinner when we are all together, and our most recent question is: “When in your life so far have you felt like you were reaching your true potential?” Reflecting on it, I found myself, 39 years old, in the kitchen of our old house.  My 8-year-old, […]

“West Coast Mamma A few days ago, I landed on beach in San Diego.  There is a very distinct feeling you get when you decide on the spot you want to put your stuff down.  Like claiming a territory and planting a flag, we let the beach chairs roll off our shoulders and plunked our […]

By Bonnie Tarantino Some friends just have a place in your life.  For me, Jen is my neighborhood gang.  She’s from Jersey, and I am from NY.  A neighbor set us up.  She just said , “You two should be friends.”  Then she went in her house and left us out in her driveway. I […]

Hello the House By Bonnie Tarantino My bedroom is on the first floor, and when I come out in the morning, I end up right in our main living space.  I noticed this morning that I left the little battery-operated string lights on in my Christmas village.  I am surprised because I am vigilant about […]

New Years Dream By Bonnie Tarantino Last night, on the heels of a high fever, I went to bed by 9 PM and had a strange dream that I had a fourth child. He was born wearing a clean blue onesie and had little white teeth. Despite the teeth, he nursed kindly. He was in […]

I am not sure if you know this about me, but I have a personal assistant. Her name is Babs, and she works mostly between 3:30 and 6:30 AM. She shows up on time every day and stands about three feet from my bed.  She startles me every time she starts work, often with her […]

When we first moved to Maryland from New York 22 years ago, I made Scott promise that we would go home as much as I needed.  Christmas was non-negotiable.  Almost every year, we would wake up early, open the presents, have a quick breakfast, leave the house a mess, and hit the road by 10:00 […]