God knows (and pretty much anyone within earshot in the past six months) that my hubby and I searched high and low for the perfect minivan for us. We wanted quality without having to pay too much for... Read more >>

I really don’t like easy listening radio stations. They scare me. Maybe it was all those years driving with my mom, or waiting in the dentist’s office. Maybe that’s weird. But... Read more >>

This weekend I had a soul-shattering, earth-rattling, ego-smashing moment of gagtastic midlife epiphany. It doesn’t matter how good a hair-day you’re having how well-applied... Read more >>

After years of protest and swearing I would never, ever, under any circumstances have a need ... I am the proud owner of a MINIVAN! Yes, my final badge of motherhood has been bestowed on me and I... Read more >>

Last week, I was doing a story on funeral homes and the various services they offer. As you can surmise, it was not my most uplifting piece, but hey, death happens to everyone, so you might as well... Read more >>

Funny thing is I know exactly when I became a Mom: summer of 2005 and then spring of 2008. But lately I really have started to ponder that question. When did I become a “Mom”? I mean... Read more >>

Young men drive Camaros, soccer moms drive minivans, and rich snobs drive Bentleys. We usually associate a certain type of car with a certain type of person, but do we really know who’s behind... Read more >>

If you asked my friends to describe me they would say that I’m pretty quiet and soft spoken, so imagine their disbelief if they saw me the other day in a busy parking lot chasing after my... Read more >>

You know it’s coming, lurking in some shadowy corner of the future with other inevitabilities, like wrinkles, gray hair, and memory loss. Not one of us aspires to it. Some of us avoid it. Others... Read more >>