The score is 53-11, and my oldest son is playing on the Brown team, losing to Red. His team of 12 and 13-year-olds are still putting all efforts into the game, playing hard. But this isn't what I'm admiring from the stands. What makes me grin? That they are having...

So, I'm a semi-recent yoga convert.

And while I am grateful for the practice and enjoy my flexibility, I have some issues. Do I appreciate my toned back and newfound tolerance for way elevated heart rate meets 92 degree heat? Yes.

Stretching, working hard,...

My bedroom door swings open.

"Jamie, please knock next time," my husband tells our 12 1/2 year old.

A shrug. "So, you want to know something weird?"

This is one of Jamie's lead-ins. He appears most nights, often remembering to knock, after the other kids are asleep. Sometimes he has...

I might be falling in love. Never met the person, never will. And yet. The mix tapes! I was always a sucker for a great mix and my basement can prove it - boxes of cassettes titled "Driving Mix '92" or "Is She Really Going Out with Him?" or the...

This morning, Will, 4, asks for paper so he can make a book about "Evan the Horse." He knows no one named Evan nor do we have a horse. The paper comes from my office and the book involves wobbly letters written in...

Ok, so the NYT isn't wrong. I just disagree with this article in which the author describes his terrific "plugged-in summer."

Now, don't for a second start to think I'm going to rant about parents at the playground who are texting or reading blogs (ahem) instead of interacting...

When I go to Mexico to visit my old friend, Cristina, I like to help her milk goats, eat the cheese she makes from those goats, and wander into the market to buy hand-made blue gorditas and cactus for salad. But what I really...

I used to get around a little. One time here, another there. Always the dream of what the next guy could do, how he could fulfill my desires.

No, not that way! I was... a hair slut. My friend, Jen, was a jean whore....

My 12-year-old holds a heart in his hands.

"Do you like the blue?" he asks. We're in Venice, a place known for glass beads and tiny fragile animals. I nod. Jamie has always associated me with blue as he knows it's my favorite color.

"Who is the necklace for?"...

I've said it before but I'll say it again: mess is fine by me. I like a tidy house but I also know that one of the keys to relaxed fun is letting go. In light of that, I set up a...

Everyone talks about yoga the way they talk about sex when they finally get good at it, or the way a few friends from [insert high school, college, grad school, work, summer] talk about [insert pot, shrooms, Levain chocolate chip cookies, God, Clapton, David Foster Wallace, Princeton]. I tried yoga...

Father's Day starts early this year with six-year-old Daniel deciding to serve breakfast in bed to his dad. Sounds idyllic and yet looks a bit quirky as Daniel shows up with a tray of cereal he's poured himself, an apple cut in half ("I couldn't really do even slices"), the...