The Best Worst Vacation
In my life I have been lucky to have the opportunity to travel around the world and across the country, but in my heart, none of them will ever come close to the vacations my family took when I was growing up.
Read MoreExceeds Expectations: A Tale of a Mom's Report Card
Babies are not good at communication. Beyond malodorous clues, the new little person that I was suddenly responsible for was really terrible at telling me how things were going. For those of us who thrive on positive reinforcement, this was frustrating.
Read MoreRevenge of the Hair Bear
My poofy hair was what I had to deal with and although my brother tortured me by calling me Hair Bear for years, I managed to get through that time with as much awkward grace as I could. And a whole lot of mousse.
Read MoreSaying Goodbye to Max
There’s something of a miracle in each pet that enters our lives. Without Maximus, we never would have found Matty. And without both of them, we might not have been ready to be parents together.
Read MoreEverything Must Go
Getting rid of your stuff is supposed to make you happier. Except when it doesn’t.
Read MoreThe Girl in the Picture
When you look at old pictures, what do you see? Is it perfection, or potential?
Read MoreSummer Siesta
When my boys get home from camp or our adventures in the city they are hot and tired and a little sick of each other, and of me. All they want are their screens. Left to their own devices, so to speak, they don’t talk to me, to each other, to their dad when he arrives home and says hello. They are hypnotized. I felt the irony of limiting their tablet time while I hid in the kitchen or sneaked into the bathroom to scroll through Instagram or check Facebook for the umpteenth time that day. Clearly we all have a problem. And we are not alone.
Read MoreTeach Your Children Well
I’ve had many great teachers in and out of classrooms, but when I stop to remember, a few come immediately to mind. Teachers who lifted me up, showed me how to break the rules, taught me to lead, and the woman who was my first teacher.
Read MoreFashion Unconscious
If clothes make the man, then I live with a rainbow dragon and a superhero ninja who are in firm opposition to the premise that socks come in matching pairs. I’m not sure what sort of men I’m raising, but they certainly are colorful.
Read MoreThe Mean Kid
In my fifth grade class there was a new kid. He was the kind of kid who, even to my 11 year old mind, seemed to have the deck stacked against him.
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