You know that woman in the grocery store wearing grubby yoga pants and yesterday's make-up that you felt sorry for last time you went t...

2:00 p.m.   I put Sam down for a nap (which will likely not involve actual sleeping), and I close his door to the sound of his musical toot...

With my somewhat inexact math skills, I've calculated the time between now and the day I turn thirty-five. And it turns out that it'...

Lately, I've been feeling the urge to clean out closets, get in shape, lose five pounds, eat spinach, read more, watch less television, ...

You know how sometimes you're cleaning the lint out of the dryer, or picking up the forty-two thousand cheddar bunnies that your child h...

This is a post where it's possible that I might rant a teensy bit. So, prepare yourself. And, maybe hide the children. This cautiona...

This coming Sunday marks the third Mother's Day in which I am an official participant. It's a teensy bit surreal to be included in t...