I wept on my walk to the Metro station, lugging my small suitcase behind me, my eyes hidden by sunglasses only slightly out of place amongst early morning commuters. There was nothing extraordinary about the last few days, at least to an...

I wouldn't stop singing Lumineers. PS. It's not my fault they keep playing that stupid song over and over again. I didn't like the broccoli. Does anyone actually like the broccoli? I peed on the floor. Again. Which is usually what happen...

I did what I usually do when my kids do something silly: I snapped a quick video and popped it in a text message to my dear friend, a small consolation for raising my kids away from someone I consider to be my sister. Their aunt. I giggl...

Every now and then the bouts of anxiety can be a good thing, like when it sends you straight to the dermatologist for a skin check. I could have sworn that the freckle on my arm was growing and raised and after Googling images and crying...