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...

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 a long whiny blog.  It's mainly to help me process some things that I'm thinking, so if at any point you feel like slitting ...

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...

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

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...

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...