Usually, at the beginning of each month, I decide on a new word that is going to be my “Word of the Month.” This month, my new word is joinaphobia.

The $3,000 Gingerbread House

I guess I’m just a sucker for kits: painting kits, make-your-own-candle kits, scrapbook kits, compost kits, you name it—if it has the word “kit” in it, it just sounds like fun. I guess that could explain why one Christmas several years ago I bought into the idea of a make-your-own-gingerbread-house kit.

The Pressure Cooker

Out of all the things in the kitchen that are scary and unnerving to be around, there is one above all else that is the most unsettling: the pressure cooker, which during most of the year, is me.

His & Hers: The Five Stages of a Happy Marriage

This month my husband and I will be celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. And, while that is not exactly a milestone, I have learned a few valuable lessons along the way that have helped us reach this happy occasion.

Get Your Foot in the Game

September kicks off one of the most time-honored mother/daughter bonding traditions for my mom and me. It’s one that we eagerly look forward to with great anticipation, one we have trained for all year long.


For the last 16 years I have been living in a near state of constant fear. A chilling sense of unease has pervaded all of our lives. Initially, I thought that it was some kind of presence that was in the house itself, but it followed us to the next three houses we moved into.

Bubbly Blonde

It’s going to be a hot, dry summer so you might as well just go ahead and cancel it. I just heard that there was a worldwide Prosecco shortage.

The Invisible Woman

There is a new super woman that everyone is talking about, but it seems she’s mighty difficult to find.

The Glamorous Life

If you have recently read any of the headlines aimed at us women, you will just accept as fact that once you turn the big 5-0 you are dead to the rest of the world.

Mom’s Favorite

My mom has a favorite. Oh, she will try and deny it, of course. She’ll say that she doesn’t play favorites, and that she loves us equally. But she does have a favorite. And I know which one it is.


A couple of weeks ago there was a photo that surfaced all over the news—I mean on social media—of the supermodel Cindy Crawford, showing her posing in underwear and a fur coat—without her stomach, her neck, her chest, or her legs being photoshopped. OMG! I know, right?