Stalking the Middle School Bus
I can only imagine what the 7th and 8th graders would have said to him if I had. “Did your Mommy pack your glue sticks and pencil case?” And that’s no way to start middle school.
I'd Rather Art than Fart
By the time we were listening to Chopin while driving across the George Washington Bridge, I realized I’d done something right for my son. Just the night before, I had a mini-van full of sweaty soccer players sharing stories of and having to do with the toilet. This, I knew. This, I grew up with, [...]
Let's Stop Giving Trophies Just for Showing Up
Impressive, right? Except the vast majority of these trophies aren’t really trophies at all.
Soccer Mom Begets Soccer Mom
“Is that a soccer ball?” the nurse at my son’s pediatrician’s office asked, pointing to my necklace. I nodded. “Cute!” she said, before adding, “Did your kids give you that?” Which is another way of saying, “Surely you’re not wearing a soccer ball necklace because you want to. What grown woman does that?”
Regrets, I Have a Few — But Not This, Not Anymore
I wanted to be that girl “you saw boppin’ down on the beach with the radio.” When I was a teenager, I wanted to work on the boardwalk.
Life is Rows and Piles
Is your life a series of piles and rows of stuff? Laundry here, cleverly lined up Goldfish crackers across the coffee table there? Mine is. Here’s how I know: There were two buckets of water balloons and four boys. Elapsed time to break them all: 5 minutes, 23 seconds. I never expected to see a [...]
Oh Yeaaaaahh…Our Friend's Kool-Aid!
I remember a big party and a movie in a theater filled with nicely dressed grown-ups. And I remember getting huge boxes of swag at Christmas-time, courtesy of my father’s career. My dad was a PR executive at a large corporation, so we kids sometimes benefited from the perks that came with his job, including [...]
