I’ve just finished reading an advance review copy of Phillip Done’s (rhymes with “phone,” wish I’d known that four years ago) new book, Close Encounters of the Third Grade Kind: Thoughts on...

I’ve never had one of those naked-in-front-of-an-audience dreams, but I do have some of the other standards such as forgetting where class is, missing tests, and getting lost in hotels, malls, and campuses.

I mean, does it get any better than this? My ex-husband is so excited about my engagement to someone he admires that he is throwing me a get-together and inviting my parents while his parents are in town. Sha-ZAM! If that's not divorcing with Tendern...

Remember when a bunch of mom bloggers went to Cincinnati to visit with Pampers? Remember? No? The runs through O’Hare, the broken eyeglasses, the falls out of the limo? Still nothing?