As a feminist conversant with the politics of housework, I tried not to be too preoccupied with clean. Then I learned I was allergic to the dustballs under my marital bed. Read more.
My Ever-Changing Family
Our family shrinks and grows. People die. People get born. People get mad and won't talk to you for a while. Kids grow up and find partners of their own, and pretty soon there are brand-new in-laws. And a grandchild or two.
Weight Lifting Can Kill You — Shall I Email the News to My Weight-Lifting Son?
Weight lifting can kill you. Death by dead lift and dumbbell can sneak up on you long after you’ve put the weights back in the squat rack. Read more.
Retired Is a State of Mind — Six Ways to Know If You’re There Yet
Retired is a state of mind. Not a state of paycheck or work schedule or commute or how much time you spend at the office. Read more.
Confessions of a So-So Wife: The Night I Forgot to Make Dinner
It would be the dinner of my dreams, the married life I’d imagined as a girl back in Detroit. The table would be set, the chicken roasted to a golden brown. Read more.
Telephoning Those Teenage Babysitters — Rejected Again
What did teenage boys and moms in need of a babysitter have in common back in the day? They had to call up teenage girls. Read more.
Cindy Newhall Weyant — A Bright Light Has Gone Out
My beautiful niece, Cindy Newhall Weyant, died in her sleep Tuesday night. Read more.
Superbowl: My Guys Are Talking Sports — And All Is Right With the World
I like listening to my husband and son talk about football and basketball. I like the comfortable, father-son tone: My guys are talking sports and all is right with the world. Read more.