Bubba, my eight-year-old son, was looking a little shaggy.  "Mama, I want to go to the barber!" He said. "Can't we just...

It was a beautiful day here in Cincinnati.  My boy wanted to play outside.  "Mama, come play with me!" I couldn't say "...

My son seems to be having some issues today with spilling things.  This morning, I took him to my critique meeting at Panera Bread and got h...

"Bubba, it's time to practice piano," I said to my eight-year-old son. He meandered into the room, holding his Nintendo DS. ...

First of all, I'm going to explain the blog blitz thing that has been sitting on my side bar.  I know you're all just dying to kn...

When I woke up from my nap on Saturday, I was hit with the realization that I had a lot of cooking to do.  Passover dinner was to be at my h...

My daughter had another dance competition today. (She did well -another double platinum rating.)  We had to get up at the crack of dawn to b...