The worst thing about fall is...
I've always had freckles. Ever since the sun first hit my baby face, I've had a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
Last night my 18-year-old son showed me a picture of a college sweatshirt he would really like to receive for his upcoming birthday.
I saw an adult running past the high school after having seen a gaggle of teens practicing cross-country and I thought, "Well there’s a human being."
I remember the very first time I heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit." I was visiting family in Tennessee.
Kalisha doesn't cook, at least not on a stove. She has always been afraid of the stove. Her idea of preparing a meal has been either make a sandwich or stick something in the microwave.
I've wanted to try yoga my entire life. What's stopped me?
Somehow, in the past two weeks, my vegetable garden exploded. Its sole produce? Tomatoes. Have I mentioned that I'm allergic to raw tomatoes?
I've had my Fitbit for 11 days now and I have to say it has changed how I walk through my day.
There's a point at which you look at a child's resourcefulness and have to make a decision: respect the kid's genius or try to reprogram her.