The gift that keeps on (not) giving
Look, I don't want to alarm anyone, but last week was Thanksgiving. How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday, I was first perusing the Christmas holiday decor alongside the Fourth of July merchandise.
Science is not for sissies
If there is anything to be learned from the third grade it is that I have long suspected, but only recently proven, that teachers go into the educational profession not because they love children, but rather, because they hate parents.
Flashdance flashbacks are a 911 for fashion police
Look, I don't want to frighten anyone but it should be noted that the chills and thrills of Halloween have not, in fact, been put behind us.
Co-ed youth sports can be a real kick
I think it was the moment that the other team was performing advanced calisthenics - deep squats, knee bends, push-ups - prior to the game while our team was happily engaged in an impromptu rendition of "the chicken dance," that I sized up the situation and came to one inescapable conclusion: we were going to get creamed.
Wanting balance
I was at the checkout magazine rack, too cheap to buy, yet eager to learn how Angelina Jolie is going to balance celebrity, saving the world, motherhood and photo ops.
Can I get a re-run of my 29th birthday?
We are (too) fast approaching yet another 30-something birthday and let me assure you the new has worn off.
Keeping the spark – and the dark – in marriage
When I was a little girl, a common advertising icon was Reddy Kilowatt. He was an electrical sprite of undetermined origin who flittered about representing the magic of electricity.
OK, it’s a guy thing
I think what separates the old and settled from the young and carefree isn't age, career-path, or even a certain wisdom.
Men may as well be color blind
Forget hunting versus gathering, beauty versus brawn, and he Tarzan, she Jane. No, the real difference between men and women is as plain as black and white.
A wallpaper stripper’s tale
As usual, none of this is MY fault. I really had moved to the stage of acceptance of the "charm" of old house life - the smallish yet tallish rooms, the quirky corners, the cobwebs that spawn overnight.
