I learned something about myself this week, people: I am terrible at karaoke. I know!…

Well, I’ve gone and done it, friends. I’ve committed to a Spartan Race, which, for…

I never thought I’ be comparing my husband Doo to my president-crush Lyndon Johnson, but…

As you may recall from last week’s column, my dance mom days are over, or…

Friends, the unthinkable has happened. I am  (gulp)  no longer (long, dramatic pause) a dance…

I might have a problem. I got into an argument with one of my sisters…

I’m questioning my parenting this week. I allowed my 17-year-old daughter to go to Chicago…

By the time most of you are reading this, I will have essentially survived Summer…

Can you solve this problem? Six family members need to be at 27 places throughout…

I’ve been usurped! Yes, folks, my role as the Queen of the Fourth of July…