In my never ending quest to conquer the chaos and clutter of a largish family of recovering hoarders, I have come round once again to the children’s books. We have (cough) an extensive library of books for young children. And I just don’t have a solution that I like for keeping them both accessible and [...]

I blame the beginning on being a weird and lonely only child*. Too poor to afford Guess jeans and Esprit shirts, too girlie-foo-foo challenged to wear my hair in a French braid with feathered bangs, and too Christian to participate in the daily sass-a-thon, I had very few friends in public school. Recess was misery [...]

I have a history of going on wild adventures with new babies. It’s my way of recovering from the birth. So far (other than my first birth, which left me feeling like I’d been hit by a razor blade transport truck), I’ve been blessed to have very little to heal from physically after giving birth. [...]