It started when I hit the other side of forty -- the age, not the highway. Those little twinges in my back that appeared when I lifted a heavy basket of laundry, or playfully tussled with the kids.
Once, my son Tyler went missing. He was barely two years old, and we were in a mall. It didn't happen on my watch, but it could have. When we discovered that he wasn't where he was supposed to be, I can't even describe how scared I was.
We looked all around the music store, up and down the aisles, under the racks of CDs, anywhere a toddler might hide. No.
We looked up and down the hallway of the m…
Are you like me? As soon as my kids enter the car, before I even say hello, I pass them the hand sanitizer.
"Don't put your hands near your mouth!" I screech when I glance in my rearview mirror and notice them scratching their cheeks.
Swine flu -- excuse me, H1N1 -- is all around us. And although I'm most likely jinxing myself by writing this blog, so far, we have been spared. But I don't get the …
We are a nation of angry people. We have sports rage and road rage. Now I'd like to introduce yet another type of anger: Parking Space Rage.
It's caused when after searching for a parking space; you finally track someone returning to their car, you stalk them, following slowly until they get in their car. You turn on your turn signals, alerting everyone around that this is now your claimed spot. B…
It was so easy when they were little (and no, I didn't realize it then). Pop open a jar of Gerber's green mush, make airplane noises, and you could surprise a spoonful or three in their mouths before their taste buds caught up.
Now? Not so much. Now my kids insist that a serving of French fries counts as a vegetable. And when you add ketchup? Well, you've got a complete meal.
A fascinating scientific phenomenon occurs during the summer. Microscopic organisms invade my closet and feast on my clothes. Unlike moths, which leave visible holes in material, these stealthy organisms almost seamlessly shrink my clothes.
I always discover it on that first nippy morning when I realize that it is time to pull out the jeans. With luck, I have time before rushing out the door to pu…
Looking for a place where the kids can run around and burn off some energy?  Fred G. Bond Metro Park in Cary is just the place. Â
Take a walk or bicycle ride along the shady, winding trails. Or, if youâre more ambitious, take a run along the fitness trail, with different stops along the way to get your heart pumping. Â
What do you say after twenty years of marriage? Sometimes, when my husband and I are in our bedroom, each busy at work on our laptops, I wonder if weâve lost the "magic" as we sit contentedly, but silently, together.
"Is she dead yet?" well meaning friends ask me. Okay, they don't really say it quite that way. What they're more likely to say is: "How is your mother?" But I understand.