Ironically enough my “Mama Mary” nickname was not coined when my first child, nor second child, was born. No, my moniker was the product of a rave called “Solstice”, 12 years ago, when I helped a hopped up friend unravel himself from a bundle of intertwined wool. Out of delirious gratitude, he called me Mama Mary. The name stuck throughout the years as I always seemed to be the person with the snack, piece of gum or crumpled piece of tissue in my bag when anyone was in need.

Now, I truly am “Mama Mary” to two precious little girls, Lily and Lexi, and boy, do I have a lot to say. I have a lot to say about being a mom, a woman, a wife, a reality tv junkie, a cool chick, and an obsessive cumpulsive extremist. I want to get some things off my chest (which hasn’t grown past a B cup even while nursing - not fair!) and give props to the other women out there who are feeling a little overwhelmed by the constant tug o’ war between family, the workplace and our own personal selves who want a little me time once in awhile (and don’t want to feel guilty for it!). I want to bond with my sisters out there - let’s laugh, cry, rant, rave and maybe dish a little dirt while we’re at it.

Check in daily for my latest drama at the park, my most recent project, my updates on inane reality tv, and any old random mish mosh I feel like posting.

Cheers!

Mama Mary