OK, it's time to purge.  Time to word vomit.  I'm sharing my feelings here because, well, they're my feelings and I want to shar...

Yesterday I conceded to being young and hip.  I resigned to the fact that I am neither of those things.  I am inching into middle age, and I...

This year has been a turd.  It really has.  So, I'm forcing myself to sit down and recount some of the more positive aspects of the year...

I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.....the dance.  I am disgruntled with the dance.  I love seeing Sara enjoy herself.  I love seein...

Hello everyone.  Welcome to group therapy.  Today's topic:  Back to school.  Gather 'round lets all cry or rejoice in the fact that ...

I like to keep it real.  So, I'm about to get real.  This is my side of the story. I've recently self-inflicted myself with the ro...

To say that we've been busy would be an understatement.  This frightens me because the kids are still small and we're already busy. ...

I screamed in my kitchen this morning.  It was a scream of pure satisfaction.  It was a carnal scream.  You see, I had just tasted somethi...

What am I going to do when there's no more tiny toes to tickle?  When "th" is pronounced properly?  When the smell of opening ...

This is for Dad! Doing them as I type this.  I don't know why, but I think I peed on myself when I saw t...