Note to any men, male relatives, or easily offended readers of this blog:  The following paragraphs will contain references to lady bits, va...

Last Thursday I finally turned 38. I say finally because I have inadvertently been telling people for the past two years that I am 38. I di...

McKay is home sick today with "The Flu." You know the one - it causes you deep stomach pain, nausea, and anxiety from nine o'c...

I am a girl who always loses it the week before a haircut and trims her own bangs. I hate that about myself. I am afraid of dying and, as ...

A little something minutely related to yours truly popped up in this particular magazine this month: While your first guess will probably ta...

I cut my teeth and learned to walk to the soundtrack from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and Cary Grant movies. I roller skated a lot. But...

Travelin' Oma wrote a very thought-provoking post yesterday. She talked about assessing whether the posts we write are real reflecti...

Today, I am thirty-six. Lots of people asked me today how I felt about turning over yet another year. And do you know what I said? I feel so...

Our universe has laws which are absolutely indisputable. Laws that cannot be stopped. Rules that cannot be broken. Our world cannot exist w...

Today, at 8:29 a.m., I turned 35. I know, did you feel the universe celebrating? I have had a fabulous day, felt loved and adored, and am p...

And so we come, dear readers, to the extremely awkward, slightly embarrassing phase of my life: high school. I have a lot of really fun memo...

Olivia Newton John in Xanadu. Ever seen it? For me, that was a defining film of my childhood. Once I saw Miss Olivia bee-bopping around o...

In six days, 158 hours, and approximately 9,439 minutes, I will be 27 er, uh 29 -- okay, 35 years old. I know. I don't look a day over...