The Last Ark of The Covenent
They Found A Lump In My Breast
It’s the moment every woman dreads. You’re lying flat on your back, your feet in stirrups and a doctor lady with cold fingers kneads your
The Post In Which I Fail As A Mother
Me to Bridget (aged 9) when I fail as a mother: Honey, I’m sorry I lost it with daddy in front of you today.
What Constitutes Drinking Too Much?
I drink wine. Every day. Usually two glasses and lately it’s red. Henry eats bread. Every day. Sometimes at 2 in the morning. And lately
Are You Spectatoring During Sex??
My first lover was a USC football player with 0% body fat. He looked like this: You’d think we would have had hot sex. And
What Makes Me Feel Optimistic In A World Full Of Bad News
If you read my blog you know I’m capable of catastrophic Irish morbidity. Case in point. When my daughters strike an aloof attitude toward me
Au Revoir Paris, Time to Get Organized for 2014.
Leaving Paris to go home and: 1. Set up mammogram. 2. Set up doctor appointment to remove child’s warts. 3. Figure out Obama Care. 4. Pick up cats from kennel 5. Mainline crack.
6 Ways to Keep Kids Happy on Vacation in Paris While Enjoying It Yourself
Welcome to my Traveling With Kids In Paris series: This year our vacation has been to Paris over the kids’ winter break. Here are my
Traveling With Kids in Paris
Shhh. I’m hiding in an internet cafe on Rue Thouin across the street from the apartment we’re renting on the Left Bank in the Latin
Happy New Year 2014 From TWFKAB! (Photos)
We’re heading to Paris Tomorrow! It sounds sexy, but I promise to vomit on the plane and have an affair with Gerard Depardieu who will
In Defense of a Commercial Christmas
We Collearys are not a religious people. Henry’s a recovering Catholic. I was raised Mormon and love them dearly, but simply could not commit to
My 5 New Year’s Resolutions For 2014
I’m not entirely sure how this happened, but it appears that in less than a month we’ll be entering the year 2014, in which I
The Embarrassing Thing That Happened During Athletic Lovemaking
Marital Silliness The other night I stopped Henry in the midst of our mating ritual. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m kissing you,” he