My monkey-in-law
When I write about my life, people actually ask, with a straight face, if I make things up. When you learn about my people - my family - you soon realize that embellishment is rarely necessary.
A soccer mom gets in the game
I am a soccer mom and I am OK with that.
Truth about boys, girls is all in style
There is a common misconception among amateur parents and people who have never raised children (but curiously always seem to know an awful lot about how other people should raise theirs) that boys and girls behave differently due only to parental programming and societal propaganda.
The Great Pumpkin
I am the scourge of good editors because I tend to write about things in whatever the exact opposite of timeliness is.
When your mama didn’t raise you right
All of my columns carry alternate titles (if only in my head). What the nice typesetter might call it and what I call it is often something else entirely.
Toy makers stuck on naughty, not so nice
What ever happened to "play nice?" News sources quote a Chinese safety official with the "General Administration of Quality Supervision, Inspection and Quarantine" (whew!) as saying that discussion with the United States over how much lead paint could be used in toys were being worked out by product safety officials in both countries.
Bovine bandit not so bright
The most common misconception in America today is that criminals are crafty, cunning and smart. In reality, I think most people turn to a life of crime because they are just too stupid to do anything else.
Practice makes perfect sense
They are to stand in three (almost) straight lines on the shiny wooden floor. Tennis shoes screech loudly in that nails-on-chalkboard yet oddly satisfying way that they sometimes do on gymnasium floors, as 46 feet swivel into position.
The power of faith and fate
I know this is a column about life and all the funny little things that can happen when living it. I hope you generally enjoy it.
Soccer mom confessions
I am the mother I warned myself about. In all those blissful early years of having children (babies, really), I had big plans to do very little.
