Author archive: Stephanie Ogren

I miss my baby boy and I hope he comes back soon — but I fear he won’t.

The food won’t kill you, you know! Well… at least not right away.

If so, I blame the Dorothy Hamill cut I had in the fourth grade.

I started working here in Omaha a few months ago. I’m used to jaywalking, but if I do that here, I may die.

I was nine months pregnant and scheduled to be induced. Why was I driving a tractor?

I gave up shopping (not by choice) and have turned to Pinterest for help.

A hand-me-down carpet cleaner had my son and I running for our lives.

The problem with taking the kids to the pool… Well, there’s a lot of them.

My designer handbag mocks me. It’s too high-end for my dollar flip-flops.

I would consider myself a collector – not a hoarder – of Barbie dolls.

I recently read an article that detailed things you should not wear to work. Chipped nails made the list.

I have a post-it note on my desk that reads, “You will eat 1112 calories per day.” Do I heed the post-it note? No, I don’t.

People get in, look up at the number and wait … Ah, what relief comes when they finally arrive on their floor.

My son Max is a teenager. And the house phone is now permanently attached to his ear. Or lost in the bowels of his room

Even at the age of 40, I still find there are cliques.

Eek! Spiders! I can’t believe I let my child fall because I saw one.

I feel like locking myself in a bathroom and screaming at the top of my lungs.

Now that summer vacation is upon us, my kids seem to think it’s OK to stay up late.

When I’m cleaning, sometimes things just pile up. Eh? Oh, well.

I’d rather spend my time catching up on my favorite TV shows than doing yoga poses.