Revenge 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 MoreBad Sport: The Art of Becoming a Passionate Cheerleader
The transition from an extremely competitive wanna-be athlete to a Mom on the sidelines is going to be tough for me, I just know it.
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 MoreFor the Love of Bread
Baking bread allows me to do all the things I love: Create, experiment, explore, and make people happy by feeding them.
Read MoreEverything Must Go
Getting rid of your stuff is supposed to make you happier. Except when it doesn’t.
Read MoreSome Like it Hot
If you can’t take the heat, you probably won’t like what I’m cooking for dinner. Just ask my family.
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 MoreThe Parent Trip
There are some trips in life that you just can’t prepare for.
Read MoreWrite On, Mom
I have friends who are on Version 2.0 of their lives: They have become photographers, jewelry makers, poets. They are full people, and parents. They are making art. They inspire me.