Skin deep wrinkles creep
The world at large is always nattering on about how beauty is only "skin deep", but as far as I'm concerned, that's plenty deep enough.
Fear and loathing in the loss of a cell phone
Last week I suffered a grievous personal loss of a very dear friend. It was sudden and unexpected and although valiant lifesaving efforts were undertaken, all attempts to revive were ultimately unsuccessful.
For moms, game face looks like a grimace
As a mom, there is life B.S. (before sports) and then there is life A.S. (after sports). "Before sports" encompasses that rare span of time that occurs in those blissful seasons before you teach your child to walk and, say, chew gum at the same time.
Diving into pool assembly is drowning experience
If it has been a lifelong dream of yours to spend untold steamy summer hours peeling sticky vinyl off every inch of your exposed flesh then you should definitely get yourself an enormous inflatable pool.
Trust me, kids grow up in fast forward
When my children were younger I would, quite frankly, roll my eyes at the older people who would say as if imparting the sagest of wisdom "enjoy them now, they'll be grown in the blink of an eye.
A perfect Father’s Day gift
Father's Day has never ranked among my top personal holidays. I got no more excited about Father's Day than, say, any holiday belonging solely to a religion to which I do not belong.
Can’t stand the heat? Stay out of summer
Summer is a favorite of so many for one obvious reason: it is the one season when total disintegration of social mores is completely acceptable.
The key: Act a little less natural
In an effort to offset some of the eventual bad habits our children might learn from us, such as muttering unkind and possibly impure thoughts under their breaths while driving, or wearing white shoes after Labor Day, we're trying to raise them to become productive and law-abiding citizens of the world.
I (don’t) brake for summer vacation
I was kicking around the idea of writing about all the questionable things our parents did to and with us as children and calling together a support group of sorts.
Of prom, parents and underpants
Remember when high school prom was just a sweet little rite of passage? This, of course, was back before parents as a whole just went ahead and lost their minds.
