What’s the name? Bond … Dog Bond
It was a rough night in the Seabolt household, as our two dogs - a German shepherd (Ace) and his partner in crime, a relatively inert ottoman of a dog (Jagger) - decided at around 4 a.
Fairy faux pas
I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.
The parent volunteers’ prayer
To be invoked by all PTO parents, volunteer parents, and room mothers (and fathers and "significant others") among us.
Selling out
I didn't set out to become a sell-out. I'm just saying. For the record and all. I had no intention of becoming an impersonal cog in the corporate machine.
A mom in sickness and in health
"(Michael) Jackson taken to hospital with flu; jury selection delayed a week'' - Associated Press, Feb.
The not-so princess diaries
In the beginning, when it came to parenting a daughter, I wasn't exactly in the pink.
Sure, I had been a girlie-girl as a child.
Someday your prince will come – if his mommy says he can
Someday your prince will come. Sadly, if you're Camilla Parker Bowles, he'll come with some serious baggage.
Maybe baby, I’ll have you
It isn't my actual children that are causing me stress these days, but the "maybe baby" that haunts me.
Expect little and get way too much
Clearly, the problem is that I expect too much.
I expect, for example, that my cellular telephone might actually make telephone calls.
Dialing up the ‘good old days’
I am raising ingrates.
My children, like so many others, are ferried about in the automotive equivalent of a living room.
