Feminine Wiles

As much as I love to write, I hate to speak. Put another way, I hate speaking even more than I love writing. And that’s saying...

Carter graduates in five weeks. OK. If you do the math, he graduates in five weeks, three days, 11 hours and 30 minutes. ...

A few days ago, in a pique of disbelief and irritation and disappointment, I admonished one of my teens, “You’re behaving like one of those ...

Son was incredulous right from the start. When I began writing Feminine Wiles – and at that point, it was more of a daily addiction than ...

Darling Daughter is attending an 80s-themed birthday party this weekend. The 80s?  Say whaaaatttttt?  OMG.  I suddenly have an ice-cream-he...

A few days ago, one of the kids’ friends asked whether I intended to buy the new iPhone 4G.  Nope. There’s absolutely no reason to trade ...

Do you know how many calories are in an 8-ounce brick of cream cheese?  I do. Dammit. The fact of the matter is that, I can, without any...

It still surprises me to say this, but baseball season is almost over -- and I'm sad. I know.  For most fans, the season just began.  I...

When I was pregnant (well after Bill Haley and His Comets flamed out, thank you very much, but well before the sun rose on Green Day , or p...

We’re the best, ain’t no maybe. We’re the Class of 1980. What was I thinking? I was back in Charleston a few months ago and ran into a fr...