My daughter, Weevy, is turning 3 in late June. One of her favorite toys of late is her dollhouse, a gift from her grandparents last Christmukkah. I love how it's described on Amazon:

Loving Family Manor is a smaller, compact Loving Family Dollhouse, which folds for easy storage. The...

At 39, I'm starting to arrive a bit late to the zeitgeist party. OK, a lot late. When a friend of mine recently sent me this link to Charlie Sheen bringing the crazy, I had to do some background research as to the context within which he said/did...

It's been a long time since my last post. I could write a whole bunch of excuses as to why I haven't blogged, and some of them might actually sound pretty good: vacation, increasing client load, a hurricane. Being an absentee blogger and the events of the past week got...

My husband and I just returned from five glorious days in Bermuda. All we did was sleep, eat, lounge by the pool, nap (him), and spa (me). We just luxuriated in the self-centeredness of being childless for an entire work-week.

Amidst all the resting and relaxing, I found myself...

In my pre-coaching days, I remember seeing the trailer for Hardball, a movie starring Keanu Reeves as an inveterate sports gambler who, in order to pay off a loan, is saddled with coaching a corporate-sponsored Little League baseball team for underprivileged youth in a Chicago housing project. The trailer...

Have you met my friend, Righty McRighteous-son? You know, the guy who lives in my head and gives me all those snappy comebacks I could have used in conversations hours or days before? What a fun guy! He's charming and persuasive -- a player with heart. He's powerful. Always fired...

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Yes, right now, get up. Get out of your seat. Stretch. Go the bathroom. Look in the mirror. Come back with a list of what you...

The first six weeks of my life are a big blank. All I know is that I lived in an orphanage in Seoul, Korea until I came to the United States just after my first birthday. When my mother told this story, she always said that I was abandoned at...

When I was 19 years old, I found my life's calling. I was a sophomore in college, sitting in one of my first college-level English classes. We were assigned The Sorrows of Young Werther. I liked to read, sure, but Goethe? I was less than enthused... until I started to...

My grandmother lived her whole life under the rules of the 1920s: A woman should be seen and not heard; a woman's place is in the home (I would've said "barefoot and pregnant" but that term first came into use in the 1940s); and modesty is a virtue. A number...