Do you stay in touch with your exes? Because I don’t. First of all, I have only two. My high school boyfriend. And my college boyfriend. Sure, there were dalliances here and there between... Read more >>

I have this wonderful friend. We met when our babies were super young. Toddler and her firstborn were born a week apart and this friend and I met at a lunch for new mothers exactly three years ago.... Read more >>

I have a mild allergy to adulthood. Actually, I am not sure it is so mild. Responsibilities? Chores? Calendars? Taxes? Bills? Budgets? Wrinkles? Schedules? Stocks? These things give me existential... Read more >>

In twenty-eight minutes, there will be a soft knock at the door. And I will pop up, tighten the sash of my white robe, tiptoe across carpet and answer it. A kind man in a uniform will smile at me... Read more >>

(Warning: This is a whiny one. Wah.)  I head to Chicago today to see Sister N and her family and to meet her brand new baby boy. Chickie (his awesome alias) entered this fine world exactly a... Read more >>

I had grand plans for this post—to mix it up. After a string of more serious, pensive posts, my intention was to be silly this morning. To talk about our Christmas tree and our girls and their... Read more >>

The good news is that my family reads my blog. The bad news is that my family reads my blog. Good news. First of all, I am not sure who in my family reads and who doesn’t. I don’t need to... Read more >>