Mikey was riding with me in the car recently when “No Diggity” by Blackstreet came on the radio. For those of you who are unfamiliar,...

Holidays have gotten out of control. I write this after sending an underwhelmed seven-year-old (yes, he’s seven now!) on the bus on St....

There is a lot of independence happening at our house lately, and I like it. Well, most of it. For example, the 6-year-old is finally...

It’s February and we hadn’t had the plague since the holidays, which means we were due. And let me tell you, it’s doing a real number on...

One of the many things no one told me about becoming a parent is that everything would go missing. It started with things from my purse...

Mikey has been playing indoor flag football through a local recreation program for the past several weeks, and for the past several weeks...

There’s been a lot of yelling in our household lately (especially around bedtime), so I recently downloaded an eBook about gentle...

I’ve said it before at this time of the year and I’ll say it again … In the words of Ralphie Parker, “The Christmas noose is tightening.”...

One day this summer I picked Mikey up from camp and we hit a nearby playground where I was subjected to numerous rounds of Gaga Ball....

Well, readers, I had a real parenting fail recently. I was cutting the gross stuff off some raw chicken breast while Mikey worked out of...

Warning: This column is gross. Mikey and I were enjoying the unseasonably warm weather last week, sitting on a bench near the town park...

We now have a non-training-wheel bicycle rider! All summer Mikey showed no interest in learning to ride his bike. Then we went camping...

Apparently I have a superpower… Invisibility. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I ask Mikey a question, give him a greeting, or...

If you read my last column, you know that my 6-year-old likes to wait until we are in the car and I can’t just run away when he asks me...

A recent conversation with the 6-year-old on the drive home from summer camp had me wanting to careen the SUV into the nearby woods and...

If you’ve read my columns before, you know my child doesn’t sit still. Whether you call it an undiagnosed attention deficit something or...

Imagine the following threat leaving my lips through gritted teeth with flushed cheeks and a vein bulging out of my neck, with spectators...

I still sometimes get asked the question: “Do you and your husband think you’ll ever have more kids?” My response is usually a little...

I never had a sensory issue until I had a kid. Now, it seems I am constantly on the verge of overstimulated, “touched out,” in need of...

Well, we survived another several-hours-long road trip to western New York without killing each other, so I consider that a good kick off...