The holiday season gives domestic divas plenty of opportunities to strut their stuff. They operate in an arena in which I’ve never even attempted to compete. Case in point: It was 5:00pm last Friday night, and I was strolling the aisles of the grocery store, maneuvering through the baking goods aisle while tossing into my overflowing cart containers of red and green sprinkles for the sugar cookies I planned to bring to my neighbor’s annual cookie swap. Start time? Two hours. By the time I got home, dragged in and put away all the groceries, figured out who was chauffeuring which kids where that evening, and considered but quickly dismissed making dinner in favor of ordering a pizza, I was much more motivated to pour myself a glass of wine than to make Christmas cookies. Reluctantly, I decided to do both, reaching for a bottle of chardonnay while dutifully rolling up my sleeves… Read More