Seven Questions I’d Like To Ask My Dog 27 Aug 2013 | 01:16 am

1. The cat threw it up. And you still ate it. Now, stop and think a minute. Don’t you think there may have been a reason why she threw it up? 2. Yes, we typically feed you after you’ve been outside. ...

I Wholeheartedly Agree. The End. 25 Aug 2013 | 06:58 am

Yes. I Am This OCD. Can You Relate? 21 Aug 2013 | 12:11 am

The First Week Of School Has Kicked My Butt. And It Hasn’t Even Gotten Crazy Yet. 16 Aug 2013 | 06:12 am

The first week of school has kicked my butt and it hasn’t even gotten crazy around here yet. Next week is when we add swim practice, baseball and Cub Scouts to the schedule. This week it’s just been s...

Spending Wordless Wednesday At The Atlanta Botanical Gardens 8 Aug 2013 | 05:28 am

10 Things I Never Dreamed In A Million Years I’d Say. (Okay. Maybe In A Million. But Certainly Not In 100 Years.) 1 Aug 2013 | 07:32 pm

About a year ago, I was bemoaning the fact that it’s 2013 and we still don’t have flying jet packs. And then, yesterday, as my children were calling for me a flight of stairs away (Do your children s...

It’s Time For The Pause That Refreshes! 22 Jul 2013 | 05:03 pm

It’s time for the Jane Family annual beach trip! Ahhhhhh! And I’ll be soaking up every last relaxing minute because when we arrive home it’ll be time to take #1daughter back to college. And the ...

Losing The Battle Of The Sexes To My 10-Year-Old 18 Jul 2013 | 08:37 pm

We have tried to raise our children color-blind and gender-blind. And so far, I think we’re doing an okay job of it. Hesitant to pat myself on the back. Eyes wide open enough to see that maybe our bia...

The Zimmerman Case: I’m Not Sure We’re Entitled To An Opinion 14 Jul 2013 | 07:21 pm

Before nodding off to sleep last night, I checked in with Facebook. “Not Guilty!” “Please pray for these poor parents!” (insert picture of Trayvon’s parents) “Don’t worry. Justice will eventually b...

Gravestone. Tombstone. Whatever. It’s All In The Message. 3 Jul 2013 | 05:49 pm

“I’ve decided what I want on my gravestone when I die,” #2son says, as a dribble of ice cream rolls down his chin. “It’s tombstone,” I say distractedly. “Whatever,” he says. (Actually he’s right. G...