This blog is by my co-editor Cheryl Clemens:

These are some of the questions I’ve been asking myself, struggling with or searching for info about lately.

If you have any answers or suggestions, please share.

My 8 year old has underarm odor. Isn’t that a bit young? The pediatrician says it isn’t but it’s really freaking me out. I’m afraid she’s going to wake up one morning with D cups.

I need a really good foot moisturizer. Seriously. Sandal season is right around the corner and even someone with a serious foot fetish wouldn’t look twice at my dogs.

Why am I suddenly obsessed with Chipotle? I could eat a Chicken Bowl with black beans, rice, lettuce and cheese every day. Is that a lot of calories?

My basement storage area is a disaster. I open the door, ready to start clearing it out, and I’m so overwhelmed I don’t know where to begin. Usually I just close the door and promise myself I’ll start next weekend. Why can’t I start on this project?

I’m completely lost on “Lost.” I’ve followed it religiously from the beginning but I find myself scratching my head and scowling after every episode this season. When are they going to throw us a bone so we can at least pretend we’re starting to figure it all out.

My oldest daughter walked home from school with friends when she was in third grade. But now my youngest is the same age and she seems too little to walk by herself. What changed over the past six years and when should a child be allowed to walk home with friends.

My son is a senior this year but so far has said nothing about going to prom. I hope he wants to go.

We need to replace our minivan, either with a new/used van or family-style SUV. Any recommendations?

OK, little known but extremely embarrassing fact about the Clemens household: We girls love to watch reruns of “America’s Next Top Model.” Every Saturday the Oxygen channel runs an all-day marathon and if we’re home, it’s on as background noise. My husband says that’s how he tells time on Saturdays, because at 10 minutes to every hour you can hear Tyra Banks on almost every TV in our house going, “12 (or 10 or 5) beautiful girls stand before me, but I only have 11 (or 9 or 4) photos in my hand …)