Sometimes I play a game in which I name an object and then try to associate a worry with it, just to see if I can stump myself. "Venetian blinds," I ...

1. Ever since beginning my blog, Confessions of a Worrywart, I've become a repository for friends' and family members' unnerving scenarios. Just last...

For many families, the back-to-school rumpus is less than a month away. So why not use these last weeks of summer to combine family togetherness with ...

When we brought Casey home from the pound 11 years ago, he looked so woebegone that we learned the word lugubrious. Occasionally I caught him wagging ...

When I got divorced twelve years ago at the age of 52, I wavered between thinking every man who captured my interest would ask me out and believing I would never have another date. Worried, I decided to throw myself a divorce party.