I have a massive deficiency as a foodie.
I do not eat fish.
I loathe being even in proximity of cooked or cooking fish.
As a child, my father – who is a sport fishing enthusiast and has …

I nearly died this morning.
32 years of life flashed before my eyes in a fleeting second.
I was half asleep and hadn’t yet managed to scrape up a cup of coffee. My contact lenses weren’t in, …

Every so often, I meander through the plethora of kooky parenting message boards that seem to dominate  the interwebz. My reasons for poking around in places I don’t really belong are usually nefarious, and mainly …

When I was a child, I was a judgemental and snotty little punk.
At some point in time, I had incubated and hatched  the notion that kids with glasses were either:
a)mentally handicapped
b) unloved, unwanted, socially inept …

People often ask me if I’m planning on having any more kids, or if I’m going to attempt the clichéd ”try for a boy” because I have two daughters.
The answer? No.
Finis!  Kaput!  Done!
Not only do I …

Somewhere, out there (beneath the pale moonlight) exists a magical spell book of pure evil, which is bestowed upon newly hired school photographers. I suspect that this is bequeathed to them in a secret “Skull …

“Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.” – Dave Barry

Every autumn, just before Hallowe’en, I become possessed. An other-worldly sensation overcomes me, and I sniff at the air like a …

In the 80’s, I went to Catholic School.
It was a small, rural Catholic school, with scratchy and indestructible uniforms. It is entirely likely that my navy blue tunic from 1986 would not only be intact …

I don’t have a baby. And when I do I don’t plan to let it shit on the floor. But that’s just me. Some people (not those as open-minded and non judgmental as I) find …

Every time I pick up a phone and call a customer, I crush another tiny piece of my mother’s soul.
“Oh God. I’m so embarassed. Why is it that MY daughter – my SMART daughter – …