WHO says cell phones cause cancer: What&...

I remember the moment so vividly. I answered my front door to find my husband’s friend standing on the steps. In his hand was a bright, shiny, slightly newer iTouch, and he was giving it to me. Up until that moment, it never occurred to me that a small, thinnish piece of technology would drastically improve my life, but it did. Oh how it did. I am one of many mothers who managed to survive endless hours of rocking, breastfeeding, and soothing in the dark with nothing to entertain myself but a random thought of dinner or could I possibly sneak out and put her down. I...

Embrace your messy self: What not to cle...

I am a clean person stuck in a house full of extremely messy people. This is a major source of angst for me. Why you may ask? Well, for starters, whenever I sit down to work I am surrounded by paper products. Cut out images of Ben 10, pieces of scotch tape stuck to the hardwood, and just today, a piece of gum wedged in the crack of the floor.   And the toys! There are toys EVERYWHERE. Handy Manny’s head is somewhere in the corner (I swear I haven’t tried to analyze my child for ripping his head off and casually tossing it) , Buzz Lightyear lies face down...