It is the best of times to be female and it is a lousy time to be female.
But mostly the best, with only a trace of lousy.
As everyone attempts to define women, decide their rankings and judge t…
I'm tempted to think it is because I am an unemotional, cold-hearted jerk.
Maybe you are tempted to think it is because I never carried him in my belly and my attachment is not as strong.…
Whether our kids are in favor or not, most of us are waving goodby to a carefree summer. Schedule and routine are about to become the norm again. (This is me high-fiving you for surviving another summ…
My kids struggle with changing their undies and their sheets, much less the globe.
Two of them are currently grounded from the X-box, one of them is in the throes of The Terrible Fours, and the res…
Growing up, I watched him open Father's Day cards like a classic North American dad and I told him I loved him on a weekly/monthly basis. Probably. If you don't count a few of the teen years.
I did…
The van ride was warm and bumpy but at least we had no air conditioning whatsoever. The kids fiddled with our camera, taking videos of shanties and clothes drying on bushes until the tiny to…
"Hey little brother, sneak into big brother's room. He has candy. Get some for us."
What would you have done if you were around the corner from that discussion?
Intervened? What a grea…
"I don't know what's more exhausting about parenting:
the getting up early, or acting
like you know what you're doing."
-Jim Gaffigan
My Sweet and I have seven kids.
And because th…
The person who said they needed more things to fill up their December calendar was a liar.
A fictional liar.
Does your family need more to do this month? Yeah, no. Ours doesn't either.
We want …
Christmas Love
One year it was so tall and round we had to keep whittling away at the base so we could stand it up in our entrance. The living room didn't stand a chance to host it that year.
Big …