The Pesky Mind Game You Don’t Know You’re Playing on Yourself

Posted on August 8, 2016August 9, 2016 by Deirdre Maloney

Last week I went to see the new Star Trek movie. On a Wednesday. In the middle of the afternoon. It was lots of fun, even though we didn't take the whole things as seriously as...other couples. While I’m not a big Star Trek fan, it turns out that Hubbie is. And partnerships are about…compromise. (Which is why the lunch beforehand was at one of thos...

How to Actually Do the Thing that Scares the Bejesus Out of You

Posted on July 25, 2016November 16, 2020 by Deirdre Maloney

So those of you who regularly read this blog will know that I can be a bit of a joke-cracker. It seems there are some days when I can’t get a sentence out without some kind of cheeky quip thrown in. Sometimes it's almost like a tic I can’t control. I've also been known to crack jokes in places that miiiiight be considered…appropriate. Recently I...

The Three Letters That Change Everything

Posted on July 11, 2016July 18, 2016 by Deirdre Maloney

So here’s a bit of random Deirdre trivia for you (which, I promise, will lead to a greater point). I can’t cook. I’m not a good chopper, I’m not good at putting flavors together, and I’m impatient…which means I hike up the oven temperature to save time, leading to messes like this: I’ve staked my claim on the I-can’t-cook thing for quite some ti...

What’s in your Mystery Basket?

Posted on August 24, 2015 by Deirdre Maloney

Truth time. I’ve got a little obsession. And I know I’m not alone on this one. It combines some of my very favorite things: riveting drama, diverse personalities…and food. It’s the television show Chopped. And I looooooove it. In fact, I record it regularly so I can watch it every morning as I prep for the day. If you don’t know the Food Network...

How Your Big Goal Can Mess You Up

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Deirdre Maloney

It’s time for some tough love. I begin with my own, painful lesson. It happened during my morning run, as I was happily jogging by a favorite spot. Suddenly another runner came up behind me, passed me by and kept on going, leaving me in his wake. I felt myself tense up. My competitive spirit immediately rose within me. My blood began a slow simmer. Why? Be...