I have a really contentious relationship with my phone. It’s been awhile since we were friends. I’m not sure when I started to realize this truth but the phone ringing is much like the 6:00 news. The news tends to only showcase murders, riots, robberies, politics…….all things bad. Often, the phone only rings to share bad news. My dad has recently figured it out. When he calls, I panic. If I miss his call, he leaves in...

Thought I’d blog my day (today) Marley and Me style. Here goes. 6:30, woke up to disgruntled baby who didn’t actually want to be up but wouldn’t go back to sleep — know what I mean? 7:00, got up, got dressed, brushed teeth, packed C’s bag for school and lunch, dragged a disgruntled C out of bed (he can’t sleep in on OTHER days?), got C dressed and fed, woke up A who did, in fact, go back to sleep, got him...

The following is a bit general and relatively cryptic. Back when I was in college I made a pretty big mistake. Actually, it wasn’t a mistake. The way I understand mistakes is that they’re much like accidents. They are things beyond our control. They just happen. This “thing” didn’t just happen. I was very well-aware of it. It happened. It was. It sucked (sorry, but it did). I hurt for a long time over it and...