For a wedding, my husband and I recently traveled from Manassas to St. Louis, Missouri. It was a young wedding and our first in a while, which is to say the dance floor was lively and hard to resist. Plus we’d flown quite a ways, so we felt like we’d earned it.
Transitioning my son into his first nursery program was a hard-fought, epic milestone. It was also a pretty big deal for him.
When you move to a new neighborhood, as I recently did, you get to know your neighbors by their cars. There’s a lot you can tell about me from my car.
My relationship with food is restricted to buying and eating it. Don’t cry for me, semolina.
Deliver me from the evil of ever having to do another one.
I love giving gifts, after weeks spent in irresolute agony over them.
Up all night? Maybe you’re better for it.
Going from babysitter to hiring babysitters got me to face my past work performance.
Unless there’s something you want to know, in which case you came to the right place.
A home break-in made us safer. I wish it hadn’t.