Which One Are You?

By Piper Bayard Do you ever get ticked off at the strangers around you for doing things you think are thoughtless, rude, or stupid? Yep, I do it, too. So today I’m going to fess up. I’m the one who spends three minutes balancing the grocery cart in just the right...

Secret Life of Teenage Geeks

By Piper Bayard Prime time TV would have us thinking teens are all a bunch of shallow losers who can’t think past their next freakish vampire/werewolf/angel/superhero boyfriend/girlfriend or their next gossip fix. Being the mother of teenage geeks, though, I can...

Echoes of Our Forefathers

By Piper BayardAt this time in America’s history, partisanship is more heated than it has been since the Civil War. We are regularly smacked in the face by evidence that both major political parties put their own interests above the interests of our nation....

Answering the Bumper Stickers

By Piper Bayard Bumper stickers. Sort of like Bathroom Readers for the road. I wonder sometimes if people even think about what they put on their cars. Take this popular one, for example: Why stop with random acts of kindness? When did the goal for kindness get...

With This Moment

By Piper Bayard My teenage baby had her first life setback this week in the form of a blown out knee. Physically, her path will not be a mystery. Surgery, rehab, and a new talent for predicting the weather. Emotionally, she will learn that we can’t control everything,...

Children Give Birth to Mothers

By Piper Bayard It’s children who deliver mothers into the world. Before children, we are daughters, girlfriends, and wives. But until we love a child, we are not mothers. The part of us that grows into a mother remains a child until a child becomes more...

Thanks for Coming After Me, IRS

By Piper Bayard The IRS came after me, and I’m smiling. Yes, smiling. No, I don’t enjoy paying taxes. In fact, I’m appalled by the way the government misappropriates or flat out pilfers half of what it takes, and then our “leaders” refuse to balance the budget. . . ....