It’s early in the morning when I hear a faint knocking on my office door (an office tucked into the corner of my closet). I smile knowing what I’ll find when I open it, a little toddler girl in wrinkly pajamas, missing one sock, clutching a blankie and baby doll… Read More →

Every six or eight weeks (or ten if life has been especially crazy), I head to Wal-Mart or CVS or Walgreens to stand in what I refer to as the “aisle of dreams” where you can buy a little box of magic. I do this because I’m vain. Because I am… Read More →