Revenge of the Hair Bear
My poofy hair was what I had to deal with and although my brother tortured me by calling me Hair Bear for years, I managed to get through that time with as much awkward grace as I could. And a whole lot of mousse.
Read MoreBad Sport: The Art of Becoming a Passionate Cheerleader
The transition from an extremely competitive wanna-be athlete to a Mom on the sidelines is going to be tough for me, I just know it.
Read MoreThe Power of Purple Hair
As my birthday approached, I thought about where I wanted to go in the next year of my life. What was I waiting for?
Read MoreWhy We Believe
I know the non-believers in the second grade have begun to whisper their doubts. Like a virus it spreads, making kids question fundamental symbols of the season.
But I want my sons to believe.
Read MoreEverything Must Go
Getting rid of your stuff is supposed to make you happier. Except when it doesn’t.
Read MoreSome Like it Hot
If you can’t take the heat, you probably won’t like what I’m cooking for dinner. Just ask my family.
Read MoreThe Girl in the Picture
When you look at old pictures, what do you see? Is it perfection, or potential?
Read MoreWrite On, Mom
I have friends who are on Version 2.0 of their lives: They have become photographers, jewelry makers, poets. They are full people, and parents. They are making art. They inspire me.
Bathroom as Metaphor
So, you think you want to paint the bathroom. No, you're sure you want to. Pretty sure, anyway.
Read MoreThe Comeback
The Olympic Games are the human experience writ large. The Winter Games, in my opinion, are always particularly dramatic. The Olympics also mark an anniversary for my own comeback story.
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