Some days, don't you get weary of being yourself? Wouldn't you love to assume another identity, at least for a breather? Recently, I changed my "outdoor" name to Hal. Until now, no one in my family has seen the "Hal" in me. The everyday me is a writer, a cyber space inhabitant, and, under recently, a pencil pusher from the city.

My partner and I have had the "children" talk several times, but we've always come to the same conclusion; although we're both older than our parents were when they brought us into this world and we're both fairly certain that we'd like to have kids at some point down the road, we are definitely not ready for the huge responsibility that comes with the pitter-patter of little feet.