What are the Goals of the Father

Should courts mandate equally shared custody time? The Father's Rights Movement thinks they should. The question is, "What's their motive?"


5 Ways My Dog Helped Me Get a New Lease on Life

I have a lot of things to be thankful for this season. Health. Independence. A terrific daughter. And the world's most outstanding dog.


Self Care Klatch: Time Management, Anyone?

Yep, that's me with the bags under my eyes. Okay, you also have to picture older. Glasses. Driving at top speed through the city.


Why Does Everybody Dump on Stay-at-Home-Mothers?

Stay-at-home parents are a great thing for children and the community at large. Why don't they get the respect they deserve?


Pardon the Detour: My Identity Is Under Construction

What is it about blogging that I find so hard? Whatever it is, gentle readers, I am still trying to find my groove here.


A Place of My Own: Reflections on My 55th Birthday

There are almost seven years left until I move to Maine. I intend to make every moment 'til then count.


Of Commas and Commitment; or, Why Am I Blogging Here Anyhow?

I just can't summon up the energy to talk about self care this weekend. And so, it's time for something completely different.


Mean Girls Suck, and That Goes Double for Mean Moms

Well behaved women may not make history. They may not even behave that well. But in the world of the lunchroom, these chicks rule.


Self Care Klatch: Unpacking My Attitude Toward Food

The results are in. Eating mindlessly is a habit that's going to take more than a blog post resolution to break. 


A Day in the Life of a Working (Single) Mother

I'm not a superheroine. But I sure the hell am busy. Here's the low down on what happens in an average day of this working mom.


Self Care Klatch: I

Each Saturday I'll be hammering away at some self care objectives that have fallen by the wayside. Today's topic: my 25 pound weight gain. 


Wrist Brace As Metaphor; or, Motherhood In a Wrap

I have a hard time seeing myself as a nurturer. To the other members of my family, though, it's simply who I am.


Out of the Closet: I Just Don

I don't have the time or inclination to worry about my appearance. I wish there were a uniform I could slap on every morning and be good to go.


Before We Get to the Other Side: A Few Notes on My Marriage

My therapist asked me, "How did you come to believe that your ex was so reliable?" The question made me ashamed. I thought she was blaming me.