Friends, strangers, and anonymous, hateful trolls: My time here at Blogger has come to an end. I tried very unsuccessfully to give this b...

They say the surest way to a mama's heart is through her kids. Never has this been more true in my life. I am painfully aware of the ...

Let me paint a picture of loveliness for you. Imagine, if you can, a tall woman with long, brownish-blondish hair.  Her weight is undeterm...

A few days ago, Hannah stumbled upon a photo of the Husband and I from our wee early days as a married couple. Incredulous, she blurted out...

Dear McKay, Fifteen years ago today, you took two young, dumb, baby-faced kids in love: And you made them parents. We had no ide...

In an effort to not become totally suicidal slightly forlorn, I have decided to focus on the good things about living in an apartment. Al...

When I last left you, I was: -Selling a house -Moving out of a house -Moving into an apartment -Buying a house -Having Christmas and ...

My heart is full, my limbs exhausted, and my gratitude overflows into salty tears. This morning, we said goodbye, officially, and on pap...

Brace yourself. I have come up with a new Thanksgiving invention that is sure to turn the world on its politically incorrect head. You s...

Um, yeah.  Sorry about that. Didn't mean to completely ignore my own contest or anything. Been a little bit busy around here feeling...

A few months ago, on one of his many, many business trips, the Husband was seated in (of course) first class next to Mitch Albom. He re...

Most days, in my happy, independent adult world, I feel pretty smart.  Pretty on top of my game. I can multi-task with the best of them.  ...

His broad shoulders are carrying a heavy load - both in the substantial backpack he wears, and in the burden he carries each day.  I can...

Well, over a month after it began, the recap is finally complete. We rounded out our journey in Merry Old E...