If brunch is part of your Mother’s Day celebration plan (and let’s face it, it probably is), take the easy, delicious route and whip up a creative quiche for the occasion. Quiche is a classic brunch dish, and seriously you guys, they are so easy to make: just mix your ingredients with eggs, pour into a pie crust (store-bought is just fine), and bake. Boom. Instant grateful mom. Click through to check out 10 delish quiche recipes guaranteed to please this Mother’s Day!
Save the breakfast in bed, chocolate, flowers, and handmade macaroni necklaces. This Mother’s Day, I’m after something just a little bit more. On a day created to honor and respect all mothers, I feel that we sometimes fall a little short. And so, I humbly present to you my list of alternative Mother’s Day gifts: Keep reading »
We all agree that it’s lovely when mothers and daughters can maintain a close relationship, but we disagree when it comes to how close it should be — both as girls and adult women. There are some mothers and daughters who proudly call themselves “best friends,” others who always stay within their “parent” and “child” roles, and some mother/daughter relationships are so complicated they can’t even be labeled. Hey, whatever works for you! After the jump, we asked some women to share their thoughts about being best friends with mom: is it a heartwarming bond or just a major lack of boundaries? Weigh in with your opinion in the comments! Keep reading »
Mother’s Day is this Sunday, which always brings up a good question: what’s the best way to celebrate your mom and keep your relationship strong if you live hundreds (or thousands!) of miles away from her and can’t just show up at her house with a bouquet of flowers? I polled the rest of The Frisky staff for tips on showing your mom some long distance love, on Mother’s Day or any other day for that matter, and here’s what we came up with… Keep reading »
Now that I’m an old-ass boring married lady, spending all my time vacuuming in heels, watching my stories and making martinis at 5 p.m. in anticipation of the imminent arrival of the most interesting man in my world, the only thing left for me to do in life is get pregnant.
But that is not the plan. Well, the making myself martinis at 5 p.m. is frequently part of the plan. Which would be a bad plan if, indeed, Patrick and I were trying to have kids. But this Sunday, and every forseeable third Sunday in May after that, I will celebrate my mom and my mother-in-law, and never be celebrated myself.
By my own design. Of my own volition. With the express agreement of my husband, who will similarly find himself celebrating his dad and father-in-law on future third Sundays in June, but never receive a hideous tie of honor himself.
I realize this isn’t normal for most people. But whether it’s normal or not, let me ask you to err on the side of not being a presumptuous snoot when talking to people who don’t have kids and who, moreover, don’t want to have kids. Keep reading »