Diane also called me one day last spring for no reason other than to say how much she enjoyed the column. That’s the kind of person she was. In August

Which is exactly where I’m writing from today. You see, when you sign up for the parenting gig, what you’re actually agreeing to is a 20-year debate extravaganza. Per kid.

I’ve shared with you often about the trials and tribulations of being the only girl in a house full of men, but what I hope I’ve communicated above and beyond

It all begins the day that little package arrives. They don’t call it labor for nothing. I don’t know about you, but my four didn’t exactly walk out. In fact,

The idea for this game has been percolating for years. Whether it’s simply the product of an overactive imagination or a fixation on assigning blame, I will let you be

By and large, the crowd that decimates our larder is relatively easy to please. One of their favorites, of course, is pizza. I’m no gourmet chef, but I make a

Observing all this hoopla and listening to some of the speeches got me thinking about our own governmental structure. See, in our world, Mr. Schrock is the president. It was

At our household, the Crier in Chief (that would be me) presented with such a classic case of mixed emotions that a psychologist would have a field day, trying to

After watching the Olympics for a number of years now, I’ve begun to notice an interesting phenomenon. Seeing athletes of this caliber perform on a world stage with such seeming

A less common sight in this area is a wheat field. Every time I pass one and see those golden stalks waving in the breeze, I am instantly transported back