It should have come as no surprise to my husband and myself that at least one of our kids would end up having a knack for words.
Last weekend, I was at my high school reunion, which did not go at all to plan, thanks to a certain restaurant in Detroit t
So I'm heading back to the East Coast for my high school reunion this weekend. It's been at least 10 years since I've seen any of my high school classmates in person.
My daughter is flying her nerd flag proudly these days.
Tonight I'm going to the calling for a friend's tiny baby, who died unexpectedly last weekend.
As my children get older, it's getting harder to figure out how much freedom they should have to be out of my sight.
Last night, my daughter decided to go on a trip down memory lane.
Back in the 1970s, when hippies reigned and Marlo Thomas and her friends sang about being "Free to Be You and Me," it was unheard of for a boy to play with a doll (G.I.
I look at my daughter, who is very nearly as tall as I am, though she's just 11, and I think: This kid has got a pretty good life.
OK, so I know this isn't a weighty topic, but I think after the winter we've had, it's time for a little happiness.