Vacations are made of mines and memories
Any old parent can take a kid to Disney World. It takes a special kind of insanity to take a child on a vacation to a coal mine.
Father’s Day
I'm not - by a long-shot - the only kid in the world who grew up without a father. The truth is, I had one - he just wasn't around much.
Serving up premium memories of frozen treats
I can understand how the recent heat wave might have caught the corner store unawares in the frozen treat ordering department.
Carpool is life in the slowest lane
If you can read this, I have survived to write it and (blessedly) not been killed in a tragic multi-car pileup in the carpool lane.
Catching a guy is a hole lot of work, dig?
I have come to the conclusion that all the single women I know are spending far too much time worrying about how to meet men.
Out of the mouths of moms
As I reach the milestone of my 10th official Mother's Day, I find that I appreciate my own mother so much more.
Revolt of the anti-snack parent
There's no way of saying this without sounding like either a self-righteous health nut or a sadistic child hater - and I'm still somewhat on the fence over which is worse.
Pottery Barn addict is in a real fix
Every junkie has her jones. A smoker likes her cigarettes. A tippler likes her wine. Any addict needs her fix.
Wrinkles: Shedding light on woes
I didn't set out to become high-maintenance, really I didn't. I was tripping along, clam-happy, unmanicured, and completely wash-and-go through my 20s with nary a problem.
Teen driver’s age doesn’t match heart’s calendar
The nice thing about getting married is that you inherit a whole new set of people to fret about. My niece, for example, is aflutter about learning to drive.
