Secrets of a Less Stressful Holiday Season

1995 was easily my worst Christmas. I was in my mid-20s, unemployed, living with my mom and in debt after quitting my job to backpack around Europe. On Christmas Eve that year – exactly one month to the day after my Dad died unexpectedly – I totaled my widowed mother’s car. I hit black ice …

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Confessions of a Mom Addicted to Halloween Candy

I had this thought as I secretly stuffed a third mini-Mars bar into my mouth: my daughters are going to smell chocolate on my breath. I better rinse my mouth. That thought was followed by this more startling one: OMG, I am behaving like an alcoholic except with Halloween candy! I’m eating in secret and …