Boys have always alluded me. They are like an enigma. A conundrum. A RuPaul fashion show. No matter how hard I try to make sense of them, my understanding ends up more like a Picasso than a Michelangelo. You know, disjointed, slightly off, and kinda-sorta-weird...

I always thought identity crises occur around middle age. [You know, like the 55 year-old balding male who decides to pierce his ear and buy a convertible.] But, as I’ve discovered, anyone can have an identity crisis. Prior to marriage I could spout off...

Yesterday Matt and I came off of a two week stretch with the kids. In the last two weeks Parker battled a three-day cold, Ryen had a 102 fever, we hosted my in-laws for a week [which meant I disinfected everything twice so I didn’t look like a bad wife], trekked...

There are certain things in life we just need to own. Who gives a rip what people think about our comic book collection, passion for brussel spouts, or penchant for organizing our sock drawer. OWN IT! I own… … dancing in the gym parking lot after a fun...