taking care of yourself

It was around 3 A.M.  Max was 2 years old. He was in his crib sleeping and I wasn’t about to disturb him. Paul

I’m excited to be over at Bonbon Break this week talking about an issue that is so close to mine and Kathy’s hearts …

I can still see her crushed face as I pulled into the parking lot.  Molly was four years old. It was the last day

It was such a kind gesture. But the thought horrified me.  My friend showed up at my house unannounced and declared, “I’m going to

It looked harmless enough. My teenage daughter, Molly, had asked me to buy a magazine. The cover mostly featured promises of amazing makeup tips