Do you want to know what I think when I see a pregnant woman? (I know you do, because I can see you tense when they walk by me.)

Of course there is the anxiety (my immobilizing fear of their potential loss), the jealousy (and joy) because I believe… Read full post »

It makes me simultaneously cringe and laugh to hear mothers refer to themselves as their child’s best friend. I don’t know if I find it sad or simply funny. Perhaps it is because I was raised by a mother who never wanted to be my best friend.

In fact,… Read full post »

My dad can tell a story better than anyone else I know. Probably because there’s a chance he’s told every story well over fifty times before. So I suppose it would be more appropriate to say, my dad can retell a story better than anyone I know. Thankfully his life… Read full post »

2.   What is your least favorite word? words that are misprounounced, particularly, fustrated instead of frustrated and supposably instead of supposedly...

3.   What turns you on? laughs, laughter, laugh… Read full post »

My family members, a few of them at least, have been known to get involved in political discussions via facebook status updates. It seems a risky venture, to explore such core beliefs in a public forum where analytical thought is not always present. It may be a more appropriate venue, these… Read full post »

In recent years my time in the closet has become a running joke with the family. And I do in fact mean in the closet, literally. As I look back on significant low points in my life, I can see myself finding solace in the tiniest space, sitting on clothes or… Read full post »

To ask my grandpa what one's greatest stroke of luck could be, he would answer that the luckiest one could ever hope to be would to be born Irish.

I could not agree more with my grandpa. Despite their penchant for guilt tripping that is no doubt required for those… Read full post »

Yesterday my parents celebrated their twenty ninth anniversary. Here's what I've learned from them.

My parents are like the yin and yang of parenting. Their styles are nearly opposite ends of the spectrum different. We children knew who to go to when we wanted a yes, and who to go to… Read full post »

When I graduated eighth grade, my teacher took a moment during the ceremony to say a little something about each student. A quick anecdote that summed up the student's personality. After hearing her speak of Mary Ann's indisputable artistic abilities, John Paul's obsession with the Pope and Celine Di… Read full post »