My first journal -- a bright red cloth-covered hardbound affair bespeckled with small white forget-me-nots -- was given to me for my ninth...

I've been good.  Really, really good.  No cookies, no cake, a spoon or two of ice cream.  Minimal processed sugars and dairy.  Low carb,...

It's the part of February that I hate: the intermediate space between the holidays (even if we're counting the Hallmark holiday of V...

So I've been thinking some more about--and working on quieting--the green-eyed monster since my post the other day about experiencing en...

I am, and always have been, the sort of person who does best in the gym through peer pressure.  It's not that I don't want to go, bu...

So we didn't celebrate the Superbowl.  We don't have a TV, anyway, I don't care about the commercials, and I wasn't really ...

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about what we do with the remnants of our past lives , and about some things my mother had saved from my ch...