To begin, I’m not a sadist or a child abuser. I love my kids and I hate to see them cry. It makes my heart ached and my head buzz when their tears start and the wailing picks up,  and I’d do anything to stop them from crying. Usually.

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"David who?"

I admit this was not the most auspicious way to start a conversation with the man who 13 months later I would marry.

His name was David Gale and we had gone to college together. I always had a thing for David Gale, with his sparkly blue eyes and… Read full post »

"There are a flock of turkeys in your backyard."

This was the first observation I made to my fiancée on the morning after arriving at his family home in Arkansas for Thanksgiving. We'd been together for four months and it was the first time I would meet his parents.

"Those aren't turkeys,… Read full post »

Fashion Victim

It is time for school. At five minutes past seven, my kids have somewhere between 10 and 30 minutes to finish breakfast brush their teeth and be ready to be picked up; yet my seven year old daughter has still not come downstairs.

Mortified at her brother’s insistence on… Read full post »