My oldest daughter, Julia, graduated from college this weekend. My work as her mother is not fully finished, but surely this graduation...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

“I just love your blog. It makes me feel like less of a loser,” quipped my neighbor Laura, with a mischievous grin. We chatted a bit in...

I messed up this week. I said something stupid to my daughter. At the time, I thought I had to help her by giving her my opinion, even...

How do you feel about getting older? Is your formerly adorable figure hidden under 20 extra pounds? Are your previously perky breasts...

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...

Deguires make terrible athletes. Neither my father, mother, brother nor I could play a sport or catch a ball. To this day, if you throw a...

My grandmother Anna was a formidable woman. She was born in the Midwest in 1896, the oldest of eight children. She was not beautiful as...

When I was a girl, I sang every day. I scribbled volumes of journals and poetry. I danced, badly but with gusto. I studied the piano and...