A couple of weeks ago, I sat in the parents’ area at Early Bird’s gymnastics class and listened to some of the other moms sharing their plans for upcoming birthday parties. The mother of a soon-to-be four-year-old proudly revealed that she and … Continue reading
Last year, I stumbled upon a post written by a 37-year-old woman reflecting on the advice she would give herself at 17. In a few days, I will be 37, and though I was thinner and less rumpled 20 years ago, from … Continue reading
Parenting involves teaching children what they can and can’t do in polite society. Of course, these lessons happen in the context of real life, often causing quite a bit of embarrassment on the part of the parents. Take, for example, the lesson … Continue reading
6:20 AM — Baby is stirring. Alarm doesn’t go off for another ten minutes. I am opposed to getting up before the alarm. She can wait another ten minutes, surely. 6:22 AM — Okay, okay, I’m up. 6:45 AM — … Continue reading
Have you made your New Year’s resolutions yet? Like many, I have made a list of things to do or change in 2013, but I am not calling them resolutions. Those are something to be broken. Goals, rather, are something to work … Continue reading
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When Omelette was a baby, someone snapped a picture of her sleeping on her daddy’s chest as he lay sleeping on the couch. It’s one of those pictures that might trigger the “how sweet” response. But, pictures don’t always tell … Continue reading
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Dear Santa, I have been reasonably good this year. The kids are still alive, so obviously I didn’t kill them. I may have yelled at them a time or two, and in so doing, I may have brought them to … Continue reading
Roostler and I cannot seem to synchronize anything in our lives. It seems that starting a relationship post-divorce and past the age of 30 brings with it problems that younger, more naive couples do not experience. And things become even … Continue reading
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We always have a few boxes of macaroni and cheese in the cabinet. It’s one of those dishes that doesn’t take a lot of time, and I don’t have to worry about getting the kids to eat it. The clean-up … Continue reading
My children think I am evil. They must. They both run from me when they are in trouble. They hide. Omelette, in the closet or behind a chair, and Early Bird, behind Roostler’s legs. In fact, they both seek out … Continue reading
Me and my mom, circa 1980
