Feminine Wiles

Uh oh. You’d think – after six years, including a three-and-half-year engagement, and now, nearly two months of mar...

“Close the door.” I’ve been a mom for some 16 years now, which means, without exaggeration, I’ve uttered those three little words some 5...

Nearly 17 years ago, as soon-to-be-parents, and before settling on "Carter," we considered a number of names for our son, includin...

I may be a 48-year-old single mom, but you may call me The Conqueror, for I have vanquished Chick Fil A. OK. “Vanquish” may be a tad aggre...

On the bookshelf in the house where I grew up, there was, snugly tucked between Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary , and Everything You Always ...

Last week was wretched.  Miserable, horrible, terrible.  So very bad that, if it hadn't had been so very awful, it would been comical.  ...

We’re in the thick of autumn here in Charlotte. The temperature is dropping, the foliage is lit up like church windows on a Sunday morning, ...

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

I opened a bank account yesterday. Kinda. It’s out in the middle of Lake Wylie. Sorta. Yep. It’s one of those “liquid” bank accounts – ...

Last night, our indoor cat, Lionel, escaped. Twice. This, despite the mantra of my every waking moment: You're an indoor cat, you...