Turns out I'm a competitive sort of person. Secretly competitive.  Shocking, I know.  I've spent all my time up until now te...

People for Less Unrest in Marriage, or PLUM as I like to call it –- a wholly imaginary but incredibly well-organized think tank for which...

It's amazing how much unsolicited advice a person attracts once they become a parent. You name it, and there is someone ...

The summer is here … And I can't escape the dampness. Or … the laundry. It's not just the infernal rain an...

Picture the scene: A sweaty, sun-fried mom is pawing through her purse, looking for the thin piece of plastic that will allow h...

Dear Champ, Recently, I made the mistake of telling you the story of you, including my initial desire of wanting a girl. ...

I think we're all waiting for a moment when our lives will change. The optimists among us are hoping for a brighter futu...

In the car. On the school bus. At the cafe down the street, it's always the window seat. I'd rather sit in the back, near the ...

I just ran three point one miles. That's 5 kilometers for all you metric folks out there. It was great. Ok … I...

I was that mother. The one who looks critically at the school her child attends and wonders: Is this the right fit for my chil...

She was trying to tell me something. We were on the couch. I was pounding away on my laptop, and she had been curled up by m...

Sometimes I think my mirror must have magical properties. When I look into it – past the water spots and toothpaste spatter...