I think of myself as an urbanite. My earliest memories include frying an egg on the miraged surface of a Phoenix sidewalk, needing a new Care Bear from the neighborhood…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Everyone should be so lucky to a have a Megan in his or her life. I have a Megan in mine. She’s that friend who is always in the know…
I can’t say I like my hands. I’ve always felt my fingers are too short, wide, and stubby, lacking any element of grace from knuckles to nails. I think of…
Things that scared me when I was a kid: spiders, heights, and E.T. Things that scare me as an adult: spiders, heights and E.T. (Yes, that creepy Extra-Terrestrial and not…
It takes a special restaurant to soar to the top of my “favorite restaurants” list. Move over, old standbys. Make room for Avenue B. As a mother’s day treat this…
When Little Friend dances, she looks like an oompah-loompah. She has the rhythm of Steve Martin’s character in “The Jerk”. And she relishes every moment of music. This morning, she…