When this column, Meredith Pro Tem, was first published seven-and-a-half years ago, it was named such because there was a chance it was just going to run pro tem — for
"I feel like when I share it sends the wrong message to my friends. Yes, I want them to be happy, but not happier than me."
So wrote
Hell froze over last week.
I wasn't one of the two winners of the $588 million Powerball jackpot, which floored no one but me. My bags were mentally
Never has a golden sponge cake with creamy filling received so much attention as the crumbling of Hostess Brands, although the fact is it's not actually about the
There's a letter currently making the rounds online, including on Gawker.com, which purportedly was written by a new mom to her friends about how they can help
One of my favorite pastimes has always been judging other people. Not only is it an excellent way to kill time — it's also an ingenious technique of avoiding
In Sunday's New York Times, Thomas Friedman made what is quite possibly the single greatest argument in support of life that has ever been written on the subject.
"Mothers-in-law and dead fish share one very important quality," my husband Rick's mother says every time she comes to stay with us. "They both start
Back in the day, the most frightful offense on Halloween was either a teacher who banned costumes in the classroom, a torrential downpour starting at roughly 4:45 p.m.
Lately I've been feeling like that 12-year-old boy on whom all the girls in school have a crush: The more I offer them nothing besides my sheer indifference,
"It was scary," my 4-year-old daughter Petunia replied when my husband asked her if she enjoyed "Finding Nemo" after seeing it in the movie theater over
The Twisted Grip Dance & Fitness studio in Duncan, British Columbia, unveiled a new class in its lineup last week. Little Spinners, offered on Saturday mornings, will have children as
