I was robbed. ROBBED, I tell you!
Which part of “do not cut too much off” did she not comprehend? And to think I paid for this? That’s the last

Analyze this Art, An Exercise in Reader Participation
I was ready to haul Lily off to the shrink when I caught a glimpse of this recent drawing. Were my inappropriate movie choices beginning to manifest themselves in her sweet brain? Had she accidentally caught the evening news when I thought she was sleeping soundly in my room? Had Halloween had a lasting impact on her? Just what was going on inside that twisted little head? Any guesses?

How to get the perfect picture of your children
1. Let them choose their outfits, however inappropriate. 2. Take them on a surprise trip to the park before school. 3. Bribe them with the promise of

A House to call Home
Jeff and I move a lot. A LOT. We’ve been in our current house a whopping two and a half years and that’s the longest we’ve ever lasted in a place. The shortest was a mere six months, with a nine monther thrown in there too. Everybody we know thinks we’re crazy, and I’m beginning to think they’re right. Moving used to be fun. Back in the day when there was money to be made with real estate and no children to pack up, it was a blast. We’d buy a place, make some improvements and move on. I consider myself a professional-grade packer and mover by now, and found it a challenge to unpack and decorate in a few days. It was exciting and t

Happy Halloween from my Wild Things
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