Mother Pucker

Things that stress out this widowed single mom: high fructose corn syrup, intrusive thoughts about my son getting swept up by a tornado, and the sexiest hockey player to grace this planet.

Oh, and the fact that I'm also said hockey player's physical therapist. But we'll lock that tidbit away in the same nightstand as my battery-operated toys.

Moving my son and me across the country to live with my three best friends and our seven children into one dilapidated Boston brownstone should have be...