It's 2:30 in the afternoon. I hear downshifting and the protest of brakes. I imagine a big yellow bus, lights flashing and stopping t...

I am a monster. Or I'm a sheep ... which, I guess, could be a monster if it was all matted and rabid and charging at you in a woo...

This year is going to be different; I told myself this as I sat in the bustling cafeteria, sipping hot coffee and watching my son sc...

What am I seeing? I blinked, rubbed my eyes and looked again. The picture on my Instagram feed was blurry and awash in digital ...

There is nothing “easy” about waking up. I was in bed, warm and comfortable, sleeping peacefully in a tangle of quilted blankets when ...

I sat there on the sidelines, a deer in the headlights, wondering what to do. Of course, I hadn't been watching. I had been readin...

Skrit, skrit, thump. Skrit, skrit, thump. My face is red. My hair is plastered to my neck. A trickle of water twines its way down my c...

It was time for bed. Which means it was time for books. Which means there would inevitably be twenty questions no matte...

Maturity. It starts innocently enough. Dolls sit prettily, if un-played with, in a tidy row on a shelf. Other beloved inter...

People for Less Unrest in Marriage (PLUM) -- a completely imaginary think tank developed and contained within the folds of my min...

She didn't even sense the danger as she sat there in the living room, dipping her hand into an open bag of snacks. Over ...

I lovehate the family ski weekend. The second annual of which swooshed down its southern Vermont mountain of ice and gale-fo...

She huffed and puffed and rolled her eyes but alas, her mother had become a brick house. Immovable. “You're so mean!” th...

I grunted. Couldn't help it. Honestly.  There we were, waiting in line at a sandwich shop for an out-of-the-ordinar...

Zombification. Bat, bat, bat. Purrrrrrrrrr. It starts with soft paws at first, then a sandpapery tongue. Can you ...

Most mornings, I wake up to the sounds of breakfast already in progress: Pans shifting on the stove, cereal tumbling into hard pl...

I knew exactly what to expect. We'd walk into a den of iniquity laid out like a user-friendly kitchen of the most though...

I had just left the room for a moment. A millisecond to be exact. I didn't even see the wrapping come off the package, which ...