As the clock strikes midnight this New Year;s Eve, bringing us into 2013, there are some things -- be it trends or cultural phenomenons -- that we have picked up along the way that I would like like us to leave in 2012. In 2013, let's resolve, if possible, to...

Ah, Thanksgiving. Sure, it's a time to eat yourself into a coma, but above all else, it is a time to reflect on what you are thankful for. What better way to reflect, then write an entire entry dedicated to the topic.

To begin, I am most thankful for my...

If you want to know what girls night looks like, here is a peek inside. Girls, you will recognize this night. Guys, this is probably how you imagined it to be.

At 8:20 we all start trickling into the restaurant for an 8:30 dinner. Our table isn't ready and our...

After being married for 7 1/2 years and living with my husband two years before that, I had gotten used to a man around the house. A man to screw things, nail things, you know... good with his hands. No, no. Not that. I mean actually screw and nail. With...

For spring break, I took my 7-year-old son to Disney World. As far as I am concerned, it's a right of passage for any child. I always loved Disney World as a kid, and I knew he would too.

I was surprised at how many parents would "tsk" at...

This is what I love about living in an apartment building: The doormen know way too much about my personal life. However, it's an unspoken rule, a don't ask don't tell policy if you will, between tenants and their doormen, that they pretend to not realize when you are coming...

What is with the wait at the doctor's office?

You get there and have to first wait in a waiting room with bad magazines having to do with homemaking and crafts, gardening and baking. I am not sure why they subscribe to these magazines, or where they have even learned...

I could possibly be the only person who has driven to and from the Hamptons 10,000 times and still gets lost. One weekend, on my drive back, I was comfortably driving along on the Long Island Expressway back to New York City when for absolutely no reason at all, I...

I don't want to share my closet. Is that selfish? I had never really thought about it when I first moved in with my ex-husband. I was so taken by the idea of "moving in" with someone, that I gladly interspersed my sweaters with his, used every other drawer, put...