Why I Quit the Gym

"Come with me! We're going for a walk." She shrugged her indifference, then slid on her pink sneakers. It's not always sunny and 75 degrees in February. We maintained a leisurely pace for a few minutes before she took off running. "Can't catch ...

The Worst Mother’s Day Ever

Ten. That's how many absolutely horrible, no good, very bad Mother's Days I've had. If you know me, you may respond...Wait, isn't your oldest only eight? And, you'd be right. But, my Mother's Day misery started well before I ever read "pregnant" ...