Pool season is in full swing in the South because it is H-O-T hot! Like peeling-my-thighs-off-of-the-vinyl-lounge-chair-that-my-home-owners-association-board-thought-was-a-good-purchase hot. And, now that my elementary school age boys are strong, confident…
Every August it’s with a sliver of anticipation and a boatload of eye-rolling that I look toward vacation. Yes, Mama needs a break, but will she actually get…
In case you missed it, Serena Williams—the greatest athlete ever, according to both a Nike commercial and me—recently shocked the world by revealing she was 11 weeks pregnant…
“Mom, is Santa real?” Shit. My daughter Maren studied me from the backseat. We were on our way to the ramen noodle shop, an impromptu mother-daughter excursion meant…
Marathons are famous for punishing uphills in the last mile. Right this minute, we are in the hellish uphill of the marathon that is the school year. Dig…
A new chapter starts tomorrow. We’ll be meeting a lovely young woman at Chicago O’Hare International Airport. Our 16-year-old daughter has been in France the entire summer, a…
An open letter to the village “elders” Recently, several “elders” in my village – friends from various chapters of my life that are somewhere in the ballpark of…
As a child, I watched you fall asleep face down in plates of food. I’d ask permission to go outside to play, but when I came home, I…
Sometimes people ask why we do the things we do. Why we try our best to be kind to each other. Why we sit together at events for…
My oldest entered kindergarten this year full of excitement about homework, of all things. The hubs and I assured him that once it started, it would suck the…