On the way to the Harris Teeter, my son asks why we never go to Trader Joe's. And I say "no reason." But there's a reason all right. Same reason I don't do anything new. I'm a one-trick pony with a preschooler who's in school just three mornings a week.

I love school directories. They really have come a long way. They finally have home numbers and cell phone numbers. And e-mail addresses. We can now organize a bake sale in six minutes.

OK, here's what's spooky about Halloween: the compulsive way people are decorating for this occasion.

Ever been involved in a school boundary change? I'm in one. And the three options leave me at three different schools. Kind of nerve-racking. But I figure as long as I stay involved in my child's education, it'll all be okay.

So the lawsuit against Jerry Seinfeld's wife was finally dropped.

I have a theory baseball was created by moms. Like one day some gals were sitting around and needed a game their kids could play in the backyard. They kept the game simple and the equipment minimal.

My children's clothes are ruining my life. We're either looking for them, fighting over them, or engaging in heated debate over them.

My children's clothes are ruining my life. We're either looking for them, fighting over them, or engaging in heated debate over them.

I call 411 to get the phone number for a theater, and the gal asks if she can look up a movie time for me. I think she's joking. But then she gives it to me.

For the new school year, I'm color-coding my family.

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Tracy Curtis
Tracy Curtis is a mom after a 15-year career in TV and film. She lives in Charlotte with husband Matt and children Colton and Fletcher.