Some people just can't seem to talk without yelling. You know that moment when you switch off the DVD player, and the TV blares at top volume? They're stuck in it. I had an office across the hall from one of these people once, and I swear I knew more...

"I wanna be, your SLEDGEHAMMER!" my husband is belting out over Peter Gabriel in the kitchen. He's in there doing something useful, like caulking, or—I don't know—gluing the windows shut. Me? I'm sprawled on the sofa with a headache, feeling...

It’s early morning. Zoned, I shuffle into our neighborhood coffee shop in search of caffeine. Next to me, twin toddlers scarf their parents’ pancakes, waggling small fat feet squeezed into Robeez moccasins. � “Mmm, mmmm, mmm,” they grunt for...

It's a universal law of siblings that if one likes a particular food, the other detests it. My three-year-olds are no exception. This makes preparing any meal for them a complex mathematical equation, and I'm no math genius. Just ask my friends. Ever...

Muns. Case. Corny. And She. These were the names of my imaginary friends. At least that's what my mother claims. I'm not certain where I got the names from, but I suspect it had something to do with my father complaining that people were nutcases or...