There is a small part of me (meaning every fiber of my being) that wants to stomp my feet, curl my hands into fists, HISS, levitate, and blow steam from my pores. Everyone, just reflect on that image for a second. It's not because I am home . ....

I equate the experience of CookieCon and all it offers to Dorothy arriving in Oz and walking out of her fallen house into bright technicolor (minus the dead wicked witch). Until yesterday, I had been living my cookie life back in Kansas (read...

I will do just about anything for a prize. I adore free stuff. An otherwise dormant beast is stirred inside me when I hear that word - prize. Big prize or small . . . it doesn't matter. I want to win it. I should be embarrassed to admit this . . . but...

Have you ever met or even just seen a rock star up close and personal? That feeling of larger-than-life grandeur . . . the sparkle, the glitz, the glamour . . . right before your very eyes?! Well, that's what it felt like when I saw and ultimately met...

T-minus eight days until my official arrival at my first ever CookieCon in Salt Lake City, Utah. My husband swears it's called "CookieCon" because he's being conned into taking care of our four kids for four (okay, almost five) days. I endeavor to...