The Benefits of Being Social
National Night Out turns out to be just the reason I need to finally check a longstanding summer goal off my list: Throw a neighborhood ice cream social.
On a High Note
Here’s the thing: Playing soccer and playing the piano are two entirely different things.
To Get a Pet, or Not to Get a Pet?
It all started after my daughter's play date with a friend who'd just gotten a new pet.
On the Road Again: 10 Trip Tips
I've been meaning to get down to see my brother and his family since they moved to New Orleans two years ago, and Spring Break is coming up, so: Road trip!
That’s the Breaks
I’m snuggled into the couch, mere pages into my book, when I hear the screaming.
My Dirty Little Secret
Ok, here’s something I’d like to get off my chest: I pay someone to clean my home.
Top 10 Tactics for Surviving Hosting Thanksgiving
One year, when my mother-in-law was recovering from surgery, she asked if I wouldn’t mind taking over her Thanksgiving hosting duties, just that once.
Can You Say Cheese?
When the photographer texted to say she was running late, I stared at her words for a few seconds, waiting for them to make sense.
Go, Go, Garage Sale!
To be fair, had I not recently spent an hour trying to locate the heating pad, or twisted my ankle simply trying to cross my oldest son’s room, the board games may not have bothered me so much.
Life on Two Wheels
"I want to ride a bike," she announced at dinner one night. "Not a baby bike, a real one. With two wheels."
A Quest to Beat Boredom
We were so busy cramming fun into our lives that when we finally got a moment to take a collective breath, we realized that we weren't actually having any.
The play sure seemed like a great idea. Benny's always loved the book "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."
Probably because it almost never happens, I feel an excessive sense of accomplishment at the sight of my kids, freshly scrubbed and fancily dressed.
Just add water
Pool or beach, as long as there’s water involved, my kids will take it. Actually, that’s the understatement of the century.
Head Up. Heart Open.
When someone talks to me about "self-help" or "self-care," I wave my arm toward the books jammed into my overflowing bookshelves.
Sorry Forever About That Haircut
These are the undeniable facts: I have been giving our boys haircuts without causing bodily harm since 2004.