My son is 9. Last year as I was arranging cookies, The Christmas Song came on the radio.  “And every mother’s child is gonna spy to see if reindeer really know how to fly”.  I lost it. Sobbed into my hand towel. Would this be the year...

I admit it. I flaked.  Black Friday, Hubby working, kids home it made it difficult to channel my inner trash romance novelist.  I could claim that I noticed the drop in readers around here this weekend and that’s why I didin’t write.&nb...

I’m going to tell a story that will probably garner me a few nastygrams and risk my popularity around here.  But, I was so disappointed when I saw it play out that I’ve only told a trusted few people up until now.  My first Christma...