I Miss Out on a Great Disease

My parents have this thing where they don't tell me a certain disease or inclination runs in our family until I get it.  When I had my first panic attack, my mother looked at me like I was crazy and blamed...

Note to a Cranky Muse

My husband, Mike, is proud of me. He tells me this whenever I achieve a little victory. But I make my living as a web developer and not as a writer, and sometimes he's confused by the tremendous amount of...

Dorking out for Little People

My husband, Mike, and I recently vacationed in Dewey Beach, Delaware, because we're cheap and the summer season was over. The big winner was our dog, Gordon, who maniacally chased a half-filled water bottle...