Facing the Crash
I got in my first “accident” just shortly after acquiring both my license and my beloved as*hole, the 1977 Dodge Aspen that saw me through high school and college.
Sometimes, It's Really That Simple
When I was about seventeen, some friends and I went to a big arena concert of the band Whitesnake. Due to a lack of finances and a lack of planning, our seats were literally the very last row of the...
Monster Mom
Last spring I talked about my realization that I was the Worst Mom Ever, and I’ve just reminded myself of that again. Last weekend I became a Monster Mom… my five and two-year olds took my patience...
Freeing Your Inner Rock Star
Last week my daughter “taught” in my son’s pre-school class.
I'm Righter Than You
It seems to me lately that everyone has an overwhelming need to be right.
Control
A few weeks back I had a one day trip in and out of New York City. My schedule for the day was packed, but even with a layover the day was set to flow perfectly as long as things worked out exactly...
There Is No There There
This past summer I planned to take about three consecutive weeks off in July to give my two young children a “proper” summer break—their first, as they’ve been in the daycare/preschool system since...
The Promise of Underpants
This is the kind of post my son is going to read when he is thirteen and say “REALLY, Mom?” Sorry, Dylan.
Yellow Jackets, Take 2
Last January I (with moderately inexplicable timing) wrote about yellow jackets, the menacing wasps that seem to literally come out of the woodwork in late summer and early fall. Last weekend I...