Last fall, before my sons left for college and abandoned their alternating schedules — one week at my house and the other at their dad’s — my younger son suggested a revised custody agreement. The change wasn’t for himself or his brother. Instead, he was asking on behalf of a tiny black ball of fur Read More →

Some people love going to the gym. I’m not one of them. It’s not the exercise that bothers me; it’s the actual facility. While others see treadmills, elliptical machines and free weights, all I notice is sweat, germs and stress. Rather than join a place overflowing with bodily fluids and a lack of personal space, Read More →