Today is my 41st birthday. I started the day with friends at our neighborhood boot camp at 5:45 a.m. in a cold misty rain. This seems craz...

There's a scene in When Harry Met Sally (which I watched at least 847 times in high school and college) where Sally is sobbing on her b...

The dreams started on Tuesday. I’m climbing the stairs to the third floor of the main building. I can’t tell if I’m sweating because of ne...

When my brother and I were little, we were fast playmates -- until we started fighting, of course, but we always made up eventually. Legos, ...

Sending Junius off to kindergarten has been an interesting experience.  When he was in preschool, I knew most of the kids in his class and ...

I realize it's not Friday, but it's my birthday and I'll post what I want to. I'm 38 today. So there. Not that long ago,...

Yesterday I did two totally crazy things. Both fleeting, but very satisfying in completely different ways. First, I sat in a lounge chair ...

One of the fascinating things about becoming a parent has been the new perspective on my own parents. Sometimes it's a different view ab...

Some unsolicited advice... If you're going to do a kick-boxing / circuit-training class where the muscly, tattooed instructor makes yo...

Preschool is closed until the new year. I should probably be excited about the opportunity to spend two whole weeks with my beautiful childr...

December is my birth month. And yes, I like to stretch out the celebrating as long as possible. I'm a huge fan of birthdays in general, ...

News of Patrick Swayze's death this week has no doubt prompted thousands of blog posts. This post comes by specific request from one of...

Junius loves to talk. I have no idea where he got that from (*ahem*), but he really does. Even when he's wrestling with the stutter that...

One of the many interesting things about becoming a parent has been watching my parents become grandparents. The transition appears to have ...

Does it mean I'm getting old if, every time I go to the doctor, I leave something behind? Not my keys or my phone -- those I seem to rem...