Kids are cool.
Yes, they leave sticky popsicle trails along my hardwood floors. Yes, they smuggle cookies and chips from the pantry when I'm not looking. And, of…
I’m having a rare, not-so-deep-in-thought day. Usually my waking hours are interspersed with deep musings on why people are the way they are and what makes them tick.…
There are loads of things I'd probably change about myself if given half a chance. Longer, fuller hair...a quieter voice...lose the wrinkles. I don't think I'm alone,…
If you’re a devoted “A Christmas Story” watcher during the holiday season, you probably already know where I’m going with today’s confession. If you haven’t figured it out…
Today I’m latching another bit of contrition to the mommy confession train. Monday I confessed my frozen dinner sins and learned I am definitely not the only microwave happy…
There’s a sock revolution going on at my house. Actually, it’s more of a silent laundry boycott—a peaceful protest wherein I’m the only knowledgeable participant. It’s a genius strategy—one…