I love the clerks in my local grocery store. The same women scan and weigh and slide my yogurt and tortilla chips every week. At first they appear pretty gruff and I confess to wondering if they love or hate me and my type, us food-eating, grocery store shopping types. I am fairly certain we …

I am already a basket case over the fact that my children will someday have to survive middle school. I hated middle school. It was teeming with hormones and mean girls, chaos over who to befriend and where to sit at lunch. Drama oozed out of every locker. Before middle school I was a self …

I feel like I am drowning in stuff. Stuff to mail. Stuff to do. Stuff to email. Stuff to think about. Stuff all over my house. As I type, my kitchen counter is piled high with canvas bags, a granola bar, Kiwis, coffee, mail, my purse, a bag of moldy tortilla shells, the garage door …

A few weeks ago my son finished up a t-ball game complete with an outfield hit and a red Gatorade mustache. We folded up lawn chairs as clay colored dust whirled around in little tornados kicked up by cleats. Most of the other players had already dashed off to their mini-vans. We dawdled. A little …

In the daily grind of life there are few obstacles as irritating as traffic. The opening scene of “Office Space” deftly captures the sentiment. You know it, the neurotic jockeying and ill-fated attempts we make to slip ourselves into the lane that appears to be moving. A flip of the turn signal, quick glances in …