Today I hate being married ( Read more... )

The bane of every husband's existence. The burr on the butt of every child. Mom's having a home demonstration party ( Read more... )

It's 5:20 pm and I'm just now sitting for the first time today. Connor woke me up claiming he needed to go bowling. He's five. He's never been bowling in his life. Nevertheless, he -needed- to go bowling ( Read more... )

The perfect house. I'm on a quest for the perfect house. In a perfect world, it would be a farm. Acreage. A pond ... no, two ponds! A rambling, old farmhouse with a wrap-around porch, replete with swing, to laze warm summer days upon ( Read more... )

With the flexing of my fingers to begin writing, I am filled with an almost guilty, anticipatory pleasure. Something private. Something that won't be stumbled upon by anyone who might misunderstand what they've read; or even worse, completely understand what they've read.