There's a running joke in my family that if you give me the back story on an athlete, you can get me to watch any sporting event. It's how my husband, Tenzin, got me to watch mixed martial arts. Show me a 3-minute package on a guy who grew up in the slums of Rio [...]

So I am -- big shocker -- sort of obsessive about certain things, and one of the more annoying ones happens to be sunscreen. I say annoying because I hate sunscreen. I hate the way it feels, hate washing it off, hate feeling like it never actually does wash off, hate having to sleep in it [...]

Today I ate a pot pie, berated an AT&T representative, got a present I've been wanting for years, and found out another one of my friends has cancer.I have no doubts that my blog is appropriately titled.The day started out well. Then I made the huge mistake of calling AT&T to try and clear up [...]

I've been sad a lot this week. Some of it has to do with my son, Newt, turning nine years old. All I can think is that nine is half of eighteen, so mathematically speaking, we're half done (although in reality, I'm sure he'll be sick of me long before that). And then there's the [...]

So for the past two days, you could say I've been a bit weepy.Okay, that's actually not even close to accurate. "Weepy" implies some moments of tearing up. Maybe there's a tissue involved, but usually you can get away with a finger wipe. What I'm experiencing is more. . . sobbing. Yes, hysterical sobbing. That's [...]

So it's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm (obviously) awake. Because I'm sitting in the guest room, looking at pictures, and crying about my dog. I miss my dog. It's been three months since Uno died. For the most part, I feel like I've gotten used to the fact that he's gone. I don't [...]

Mother's Day is a very loaded holiday for me. Anyone who's lost their mother but has kids of their own knows how strange it is. There are the good wishes being thrown around, the cards and gifts being made at school, and the endless blog posts and tweets asking, "What do you want for Mother's [...]

I had to open the front door all by myself today.For the first time in almost ten years, the doorbell rang, and I found myself all alone, face-to-face with a strange man. No intimidating presence at my side. No low bark encouraging the guy to take a half-step back. No furry head pressed against my [...]

So I had a small nervous breakdown the other morning. As I mentioned in my holiday letter, Elfie has been getting "mean girled" at school recently. She's in first grade, and even though I know kids are capable of this type of thing starting at birth, it's been depressing because her school really focuses on [...]