By 8 am the other morning, my kitchen looked like a crime scene—stuff shattered and splattered everywhere! There was, of course, no intruder—no forced entry—nothing stolen. But things were broken

Several years ago I purchased a sports tank top for the first time. It was made of some kind of nylon-stretchy fabric, featured a racerback design,

Life is messy, isn't it? Things on this side of heaven don't end up as neat and tidy as someone like me, with a type A personality and a slight bent toward OCD, would like them. Schedules and agendas need to be