As I read the instructions on the chamomile ‘aroma therapy’ shampoo bottle to make sure I’ve gotten it right (… do I rinse and repeat or is ...

In August I was so hungry I told my husband “I can’t wait for Thanksgiving.” He suggested I make myself a sandwich, and perhaps that would t...

For a society that has gone to the moon and back, figured out a way to send a 3,000-page manuscript through the phone lines (if you’ve got t...

To my utter horror, I find that I have a tendency of stating the obvious time and time again. I’m the person who, when asked what I think so...

This is why we can’t have nice things I almost got out the door unscathed this time. Two steps from the threshold and out bounds the dog thr...

Every journey is an adventure these days. Even a trip to the mailbox — a solid 50-yard stroll from our front door — is filled with all manne...

Sipping coffee with our babysitter as my kidlet gets down to the work of play, I hear my future — and a little bit of my past — playing on h...

When I got my first car I bustled myself off to the local insurance agent and plunked down half of my yearly salary — all $300 of it — to ma...

Standing at the end of the slide from the backyard Bouncy-Bounce at a neighborhood party, I did the unthinkable. I slung my camera over my s...

When children start acquiring language, a whole new world opens up to parents, too. Each morning, as we drive to the sitter’s house, my litt...

She’s looking up at me with a scowl on her face, eyes growing smaller and more certain by the moment. She is silent. I’m not sure whether sh...

“What do you think we live in a barn?” my husband asks as I lumber up the near-vertical staircase that leads to our living space; front door...

Once a reluctant bride comes out of the closet, she comes all out. There's no dancing around it. Once the date is set, no matter how sol...

Like many little girls, I started planning my wedding at the age of 5 — I was determined there wasn’t going to be one. No bride, no groom, n...