She Called Me the "S-Word." If She Only Knew.
Worst of all, she called me the s-word: “Super Mom.”
Boy or Girl? I Just Wanted a Libra.
So, Happy Birthday to my boy-in-a-hurry. Happy Birthday to my Libra.
Save the Elephants? I Can't Even Save My Coupons.
I cannot, will not save the elephants. It’s not that I don’t care about them, or the fact that, as one e-mail sent to me this morning implored, they may go instinct within 15 years. I care. I really do. But some days –okay, most days– I can barely manage my own wheelhouse let alone [...]
The Idiot's Guide to Sick Days
Here’s an important lesson I learned this weekend: When you have a cold, do not go coach four soccer games unless you can do so silently. And that’s impossible for most coaches, especially me. I yelled, I cheered, I shouted, I blew my nose. I am an idiot.
The Maytag's Dead. Oh Well.
The Maytag’s dead, and yet I feel nothing.
What Do You Say to a Mom with Cancer?
A few weeks after I started writing my blog about tweens for Good Housekeeping.com, I found out I had cancer. My editors encouraged me to write about my experiences parenting with cancer once a week on my blog, “Good Grief: A Tale of Two Tweens.” The blog came to an end this past June, but [...]
1 repairman + 1 conference call + 1 playdate =?
1 sick kid + 1 Maytag repairman + 1 playdate x 1 conference call – leftovers = ?














