Sometimes when my Drew wants to justify a special purchase, he claims Andy wants it. That was the supposed thrust behind Drew’s treasured fish tank, although Drew had told me for years that he personally hoped to later procure an aquarium. Drew’s dreams were realized on a very special day this past August when he purchased the…

My son and I attended storytime recently. It was our first time. We were running behind in usual fashion. So when I flew into the library parking lot and saw a mom hurrying her son in, I knew it was go time. I can be a very competitive person when it means avoiding last place….

It doesn’t take much time around me to learn I’m a domestic goddess dropout. To further intensify my insecurities, both my mom and Drew’s mom are like Martha Stewart meets Mr. Rogers. They’re the most loving, hospitable, and crafty moms I know. And then there’s me and my many talents. Like my unnatural ability to shrink clothes. My…

While my Drew usually gets to be the hero to our Andy, I still zealously vie for the crown of fun parent–although I sense I’m losing by a landslide these days. To compound the competition, Drew continually brags about how he invented “Donut Saturday” for Andy. Remarkable ingenuity, don’t get me started.  Drew even had the audacity to implement a rule that Donut…

If you know me at all, then you probably know Sergis P.  [pronounced: sərj-iz pē].  He’s our six-year-old, 80-pound English Bulldog who is sitting beside me, currently staring at the ceiling, licking the air. He’s our shining star, that Sergis P. When Serge snores, it sounds like a Boeing 747 is landing in our living room. When Sergis runs, it’s like…