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Those who set and keep resolutions are no happier than the rest of us. So why are we making them?

Illogical gift returns, bad Christmas carols, time spent decorating. These are a few of our least favorite things.

Follow my rules and your Christmas Letters will be in demand like mine.

With mismatched branches, I had a dilemma: Do I take it apart and start over?

The same force that separates socks in the laundry destroys lights over the summer.

Wash your bedding, gas up my car if you used it. My tips for guests.

They don’t know the rush of assembling a tricycle at 1 a.m. on Christmas or getting a call from Visa after buying gifts in one day.

I have no desire to head out at midnight — or earlier — after eating my turkey dinner.

Yet somehow my three kids turned out just fine. Dumb luck, I guess.

I am sitting here waiting for the delivery of my new iPhone 4S.

Normal people simply don’t find themselves on national TV.

Face it, redheads, you’re not wanted.

I thought my house would stay clean once the kids were gone. Wrong.

Really. This could be a new career.

My take on all the maneuvering.

Seriously, why check the mail anymore? All I get are bills or credit card offers.

Yes, I am writing about my parents’ move for the second week in a row. But this is worth reading.

I have a theory about why we can’t find the words we are looking for when we need them.

I am an expert mover. Only because I’ve done it A LOT. But don’t call me for help.