Where was I at 7 am this morning? At the grocery store. No it wasn't because I have my shit together and was going shopping for our...

I like to play a game with my family that I call, The Stairs. One problem. I am the only one playing. I put things on my stairs as a...

The thumb on my left hand looks like my Mother's and is "normal." On my right hand it looks as if a baby's toe was amputated, and...

A dear friend of mine has often been my travel buddy, and as such, I am sure we have shared much shame, but also some EPIC stories. When...

It was throughout the course of my time abroad in Italy that I truly began to understand the concept of suggestion and a new way of...

Growing up my parents invited all my Dad's music friends that either didn't have family around, or that they viewed as kin, over for...

There is something about winter, the cold, how it gets darker earlier, that lends itself to making this time of year depressing. Add in a...

I find myself wandering throughout my house, often. I find myself asking where a variety of items have gone. You see, my children are...

I am convinced my dishes fornicate like a bunch of bunnies when I turn my back. Why do I say this? Because like Gremlins, they multiply....

This morning my son came downstairs, sobbing. He had just been in virtual school, I had no clue what could have happened. What, what? I...

After my father died, it became more and more apparent that my Mother was slowly dying herself, she missed him so much she forgot she was...

I have found when we are knocked down, we can't just get back up, we need to crawl first. We need cheerleaders to help us crawl, and to...

I had the pleasure of chatting with my grandmother today. And yet once again it inspired me to write. So here you go. My grandmother is...

I had the time of my life once I got to college. After spending years feeling all proper and buttoned up in the Upper East Side private...

Life for me this year has seemed to kick me when I am down, AGAIN and AGAIN. Just when I think things can't get any worse, God seems to...

My Dad was extra. My Mom was extra. I am extra. When I do something, anything, I do it 150%, EXTRA. When my Dad decided to take up bike...

I am CONVINCED there is a button embedded in my toliet seat. Every time one of my cheeks hits it, it is a bat signal to my children that...

I remember after my son was born, my Dad and I did a complete photo shoot of my son dressed up like Santa. I happily addressed a...

After I graduated college with a triple major, I had no idea what I really wanted to do. I got an internship with a non profit in...

For some odd reason I have begun to listen to Counting Crows again for the first time since high school. Once I reheard Long December, I...