You know the driver who, during a long car ride, throws in a CD and keeps replaying one song until their passengers (should they be blessed ...

We live in amazing times. Choice has never been more empowering. Or more daunting. You have to make a decision. Nothing big, mind you, but e...

Narrowed eyes, twisted lips, feet that stomp around trying to find purpose. That's how it begins. Sometimes there's a grand, You...

Our third child – a girl – has arrived. Via adoption. At seven months, she's the picture of health and predictably adorable: Brown hair;...

“One children's 8, one 12 and a ladies' size 6 please,” I asked the man behind the counter. I slid my driver's license and a twe...

We barely talk anymore. With work and kids and crazy schedules … we're rarely alone. Tragically cliché, I know. There he was … sitting a...

Two weeks into the New Year and I've already reneged on the resolutions I would have made were I prone to making ritual year-end proclam...

I never watched TV on New Year's Eve. I didn't see any of the hoopla that surrounds the lowering of an illuminated crystal ball in T...

The last thing I wanted to do was stop the car. I'd just chased one child from the dairy aisle to the lobster case and back while the ot...

I don't have a middle name. My first name is worry. From the moment I sluice out of bed each morning until I pour myself right back in a...

“Where do babies come from, Mom?” It's the question du jour from the inquisitive four-year-old. Especially a four-year-old whose new nei...

You ever look at something so closely that you can't quite see it at all? That word that you say over and over again until it loses its ...

It wasn't going to be a big deal. We'd checked with all the doctors. All but one were in the network. And the doc who didn't par...

As I rustle through the stores this holiday season mulling the purchases that will either make Santa a hero or me a zero (because, lets face...

The Champ knows everything. It's true, actually. The only thing he doesn't seem to grasp is the ability to get my attention without ...

“Do you remember when Amah ate paint?” How could I forget? No one had seen it coming, least of all The Champ. Certainly not me. His palette ...

Something was wrong. I was playing Words With Friends with my mother and I was winning. We'd been playing the game together … at night …...

When I was a kid costumes were easy. Or so I assumed. A week or so before the last day in October some garment so incredibly wonderful and p...

Technically we shouldn't have been there. DropOff SwapOff is a semi-annual event for the community of Concord, Massachusetts, wherein re...

It all started when I bought him the wallet. Alright … it was, in all likelihood, some time before that … possibly when I told him he could...