In prehistoric times before I had kids (now known as the BK era), I would see mothers, usually in grocery stores, yelling at their kids. The women, faces pulsating red with rage, would be looking down into the faces of... Continue reading

Tomorrow is Diva’s last day of preschool until the fall. That means any chance of my having quiet is in peril. Not that I don’t love/cherish/need/have fun with my daughter. She adds sparkle and insanity to my life. She challenges... Continue reading

It’s going to be hot tomorrow, so Hubby says, “Let’s head to the Jersey shore.” To many people, that may sound relaxing. To a mom, it’s a cry to prepare for battle. Dear, well-intentioned spouse will pack his bathing suit... Continue reading

I was one of those rare women who never wanted children. Didn’t know a thing about kids. Didn’t want to. Honestly, didn’t see what the big deal was about kids. Everyone looked at them as if they were miracles. They... Continue reading