You win, car in front of me in traffic sporting the decal with the precocious little boy urinating on a rival logo. You win. I can’t compete with you. In fact, I have given up. If not for this immense traffic jam caused by an accident or an overturned watermelon truck or just … [Read more...]

Shh, listen! Do you hear dry carpets? I am finally ready to say these words, after a year and a half (possibly more) of working on it: My son is potty trained! Hallelujah! Good old fashioned “potty training” has evolved into the politically correct “potty learning” in the … [Read more...]

If you tell yourself you're no good at math, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. That’s why when my son asks for help with his math homework, I NEVER say "I'm no good at math." I say, "Go ask your father." My husband is a former elementary school teacher whom I once caught … [Read more...]

Don't tell me the morning of, that you have a trip and need a home lunch, just grab the jar of peanut butter, a spoon and can of Vienna sausage. Next time give me some notice. There was a time that I was meticulous about laundry. Now I don't even bother to separate the clothes. … [Read more...]

You turn on the local news just in time to catch the “Odd Person of the Week” feature. On your screen, larger than life and stranger than fiction is a middle aged woman/writer who is hurling tomatoes at passing teenagers and committing an act of felonious assault with two bunches … [Read more...]