My favorite part of vacation is always the night before it begins. As Julia Child once said, “I savor the moment when anything is possible.” (Of course she was talking about eating a well-cooked chicken.
A connoisseur of romantic comedies, I learned ages ago that despite how hilarious and charming Katherine Heigl and Cynthia Nixon are when they have it unknowingly smeared on their cheeks, there’s actually nothing adorable about real life, non chick-flick poop.
There used to be a time when I thought it was absurdly intrusive and morally wrong, but lately I’ve been quietly admiring China’s one-child policy, although probably for different reasons than its government intended.
Never has there been a more remarkable time to be a woman. Or more specifically, to be a female consumer. Manufacturers and marketers are working overtime to cross the thresholds of our all-important purses, knowing full well the power we wield with the allowances bestowed upon us by our husbands.
There’s nothing like a murderous mom to make one who isn’t homicidal feel better about herself. I’ve been a little down in the dumps over the past few weeks as the soul-crushing antics of my nearly 3-year-old daughter have forced me to empathize with those tragic women who purposefully drive off cli
Scientists revealed that at long last they have finally pinpointed the most annoying and distracting noise in the world: whining. I have a lot of experience with whining, both as perpetrator and victim (more recently with the latter, although having just coming off a 10-day visit with my parents, th
Is 16 months before the next presidential election too soon to be over it? Because if so, then, oops. Raise your hand if you’re over it already, too. It’s hard to believe that election time is nearly upon us again because many are still recovering from the agita of the last one.
When I was pregnant with my first daughter, I bought a scrapbook to document everything from the date of the positive pee stick to other quasi-significant events leading up to her first birthday.
It didn’t hurt that the day before leaving my daughter for a mildly significant period of time she was having some separation anxiety issues. Loudly. I mean, I guess it should have hurt when she was crying, “I want to bring Mommy,” to my husband as he scooped her up and stuck her in one car while I
Over the weekend, my family went to see some live music in an outdoor venue, and no one had a better time than my nearly 3-year-old daughter. Every time one song stopped, she’d plead “‘Nother song, Mama? ‘Nother song, mama!” as if I had a Bat Phone directly to the band to make an urgent request on h
I’m hardly the first working mom — or human being — to have a busy schedule. But I might be in line to win an award (booby prize?) for the busy streak on which my schedule and I are about to embark.
Dear Oprah, I have a little dish on a bookshelf in my bedroom that holds small but possibly critical pieces to various parts of my home. I have no idea from whence any of them came, but I know that in case I ever experience an emergency of any kind, I will immediately sort through the various screws
