I tucked my five-year-old into bed last night for the last time. When he explodes awake this morning, he is six, and I am strangely sad. I cried last night, snotting all over poor Leo, because I thought Freddy's little head had gotten bigger and his ...

So I’ve hit it. Not the bottle, the wall. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the vacation, and my not doing much of anything last week, or my coming back that has given me oh so much to do, but I’ve got nothing to say. In saying that, I...

We are leaving this morning for Miami. Miami to the Keys. The Keys to Cozumel. My mommy heart is sad, knowing that Freddy is going to have a difficult time without us, as his desire for change equals my desire to clean toilets on a daily basis. I mus...