America was shocked and saddened last week when Star magazine reported that the eldest daughter of Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin split from the father of her 2-month-old son.
The national unemployment rate rose to its highest level last month in more than a quarter century, according to government data released last Friday.
If once is a fluke and twice is a coincidence then three times must be a conspiracy. The 2009 Pulitzer Prize Awards won’t be announced until April 20, but I already know I didn’t win because for the third year in a row I missed the entry deadline.
I am most assuredly not illiterate. But last week when a dear friend implored me to read a book so I wouldn’t make either one of us look like a buffoon when she introduced me to its author, I reacted as if she asked me to go to Buffalo Bill’s for a dinner party, and would I mind bringing a tiny whit
United Airlines quietly announced last week that it’s pulling the plug on a customer call center in India that fields passenger complaints (and, uh, compliments).
With all apologies to Lamaze, Fisher-Price, Playskool and Baby Einstein, they’ll have to find some other baby to peddle their wares to because my 6-month-old daughter has apparently decided that playing with my hands is preferable to any of her actual toys.
Last week I nearly suffered a migraine by convincing myself (via a Google search) that my daughter’s ear-tugging and drool were signs that she was on the verge of cutting her first tooth.
The (first) day President Obama took the oath of office, I finally felt a change in the tide. Not since the Lincoln Bedroom was underwritten by Motel 6 during the Clinton administration has the country had White House denizens with whom the average American family could enjoy some sort of real conne
It’s been a sad few days for middle-achievers. To millions of Americans, the 43rd president carved a permanent place in their hearts as a compassionate conservative who prided himself in bipartisan leadership and steadfastly shaped public policy by saluting family and moral responsibility, limited g
Despite our strong desire to have a baby, my husband and I were a little worried about how it would affect our marriage. After all, for nine months friends and strangers looked at my growing belly and shared with us unsolicited horror stories of blissfully happy relationships gone to pot once a newb
