Some people like to tell me that I've changed now that I've become a mother. They say this gleefully, as if they always knew my soft...

She wanted to draw. After breakfast, before work, she wanted to "draw a pisher." But there wasn't time. Her body is board stra...

There was a time (exactly a week ago last year in fact) that Ittybit's love for barnyard animals was trapped inside the pages of her sto...

Growing up in the northeast, and now raising a child here, it shouldn't shock me to learn I have a special fondness for places that remi...

"Mama, don't push me," Ittybit says sternly as I interrupt her latest game of "King of the Mountain" (my shoulders b...

"My daddy was a baby, too," Ittybit tells the nice woman, who takes our paperwork and searches for any spaces left blank. "Th...

"We have to stop meeting like this," I laughed. But his cherubic face and Panama hat were a magnetic combination. He giggled...

"We'll that’s not appropriate for toddlers," I say as I switch off the television blaring "The Sopranos," a video th...

The following are step-by-step instructions on how to make a strawberry tart with a toddler. (It is alternately known as a drinking game for...

Some days the idea of beating my head against a brick wall until my brain oozes out my ears doesn’t seem so bad. It certainly would feel bet...

It was a cause célèbre in the newsroom. Everybody wanted a piece of the Joe. Bruno, that is. Senate Majority Leader . Third man in the room ...

I peered into the mailbox all squinty-eyed and disbelieving. It was empty. For the first time in as long as I can remember, 12 pounds of fly...

"Don't be fooled," I tell myself as I look at Ittybit's face over the mountain of bath toys, gearing up for our daily stru...

Driving over the bridge, with nowhere to go but onto the highway, the crazy antics of the guy in the pickup truck next to me made my heart ...

How did I wind up on their S#*! list? SPAM that is. All week long I've been getting e-mails from a former college buddy I haven...

I remember when I felt time was just standing still. Ten years after college ended, I was still wearing my ratty Levis with the worn knees a...

"Ow! OW! OWWWW!" My husband is yelling and dancing around the house in a towel again. "You know we should really get a disco ...

Denial is not just a river in Egypt it's also a highway in New Jersey, a bridge over the Mohawk and a twice annual argument over the mar...

My husband tries to pretend as if he's immune to consumerism. He acts as if he's been vaccinated against caving in to impulse items ...

I’m going through a phase in my own development in which I am repeatedly forced to ponder the primordial and often painful parental question...