As I sit here popping candy corn from the leftover gift bags, all remnants of Freddy’s party yesterday, I am surprisingly (or not) deep in thought. The past few weeks have been full of issues for me. Some I’ve needed, some I could certainly have ...

Tomorrow we celebrate Freddy’s 6th birthday at Pump It Up. What does this mean? This means that I get to bounce, flail, boing, and shimmy in a puffy room for two whole hours, and no one will think me strange. It also means that I don’t have ...

There comes a point when I think we have to ask ourselves what is important, and what is merely thought to be important. I am running on empty. There isn’t enough Starbucks in the world, not enough Red in a  Bull to give me what it is tha...