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Declan and I were out to lunch yesterday and I literally heard a mother say this to her bratty, whining, screaming child: "Stop it NOW! Do you want a SPANKING? OK. How about a coookiieee?"Clearly she subscribes to the Eddie Izzard Cake or Death School…

The fact that Declan wrote a poem about farts, or that he did it in cursive.

It's done. My stylist talked me into going shorter than Jen's hair to have more of a change, and I talked her into more bangs than she wanted to do. She has been cutting my hair for nearly a decade, so we trust each other.…

You know how I am on crazy meds for my night terrors? And how I also get a touch of SAD? And how we upped my meds for the winter?I think we started coming back down too early.

Declan had an idea a few months ago. And seeing as he *is* my child and all, he has been obsessing about it every single second since then. He wanted to have an ART SALE. Like a good old fashioned lemonade stand, but better. Where…

Here is Marabeth, my roommate in college and one of my bestest friends, during her recent trip to Paris. She was an English major in college, but is now an occupational therapist in Wyoming. Because what else is an English major good for except kissing…

I have been meaning to do this post for a while, and seeing as the weather is starting to warm up, people are starting to "prep" for summer, now is as good a time as any. Many of you know this, but most of the…