I swiveled around in my chair to the sound of someone yelling “Get them out of there!” I darted straight toward a partially collapsed bounce house at a friend’s backyard birthday party. I recognized the shrill screams coming from inside. “Mommy!” I dove toward the sound through a small entrance and lifted a heavy flap…

I’ve been thinking a lot about addiction. Chiefly my addiction to the android I’m using to write this blog post. If you ask me? It’s a fairly mild case. I leave my phone in my purse when I’m around friends. I don’t use it at the dinner table. I try not to check it first…

“That’s it. I’m buying pillows,” I told my husband as I clutched a wad of fabric. My disappointment as visible as the botched seems. It looked so easy. My sister-in-law helped make a curtain for my kitchen window. I thought “I’ll save money and make matching pillows too. Maybe, I’ll even sell them on Etsy!”…