As I was sliding down the hill, I had to question the wisdom of taking the trail my 12-year-old son, Tom, wanted to take.
I figured that because I was with my dad, it would be OK. But my dear 71-year-young father was way ahead of me and wasn’t looking back. I’d lost sight of him.
Tom was behind me, exclaiming that this was the best day of his life. READ MORE
I’ve turned into a paranoid mess. And, I hate it.
I’m 10 1/2 weeks pregnant and not enjoying my pregnancy. Instead, I keep waiting for a sign that I’m losing this baby like I did the last one and the three I lost before having my two girls, Ginny and Grace. The fear of another miscarriage haunts my every thought. READ MORE
I don’t mean to brag, but I think I can confidently say that I have perfected the role of a perpetual “Before” picture when it comes to day-to-day beauty. READ MORE