Clogged toilets, like stretch marks and stained carpet, become a part of every mother's life. I was once only responsible for unclogging my … um … clogs, now I must be alert for Scarlett's droppings since she's ready to dip her … toes … into the wild world of big-girl potties.
My trauma has not been particularly noteworthy,...
This is going to be a hot-button issue in gun-loving Utah. Here, we love our weaponry more than the South, Colombian drug lords, or the hot ladies of Guns and Ammo combined.
I didn't fire a gun until I met my husband, who believed the perfect date was clay-pigeon shooting with his array of shotguns and a bucket of chicken. Not much has...
When you're pregnant, you have a standing date … with your gynecologist. Sure, there is no romance, but I still shave my legs using deliciously scented Bath and Body Works in hopes Dr. Lister will not think I'm a barbarian woman. Preparation for the stirrups is just the same as preparation for Olive Garden and Tinseltown.
...Growing up, I lived in a very Norman Rockwell neighborhood. Actually, if you can think up the Mormon equivalent to him, that'd be my 'hood. My neighborhood was so wholesome, a big sign welcomed outsiders to Olivewood Park -- a dead-end dirt road complete with abandoned railroad tracks, and church only a block away. And like any good...
I've got number two on the way. Second children are destined to disappoint, based on the fact they are "number two."
"Terrified" is an understatement. Gone are the days of a man-to-man defense. Soon I will be outnumbered. Everything was so perfect with my...
