We moms are the world’s best multitaskers.
Ladies and gentlemen, could you please take your seats? Thank you.
I’ve called you all here today to address the scurrilous rumors swirling around my choice in music.
Parenting really is a two-person job. This week sure proved that. I was felled by either a stomach bug or food poisoning and was down for the count. I tapped out and my husband tapped in.
With the snip of a pair of scissors, my daughter turned from girl to teen. Last weekend, she had 13 inches of hair cut off and donated to Locks of Love.
Back in my younger days, when I went to college in North Carolina, I became part of a group of hippies and outcasts who bonded together in our love for the Grateful Dead.
With Independence Day looming (I’m reminded nightly by the loud booms and bangs of fireworks that wake my almost-asleep son), it's time to reflect on the ways we’ve “independenced” ourselves since
As of 9:15 p.m. Thursday, I will be officially the mother of a teenager. My firstborn turns 13 and I can feel the gray hairs popping out already.
When I was young, back in the glory days of the 1970s, there was a girl in my school whose last name was Jenner, and she said her cousin was then-superstar Olympian Bruce Jenner.
I've written about feeling out of control in the past, and it's something I struggle with: when to let go and when to cling tightly.
When did I suddenly become invisible? And when did people in authority positions get so YOUNG? I think I know the answer to both questions, and it's not one I'm liking.