Go ahead and tell me who I am. You think you know me, I can tell by how you are looking at me. I can tell by the…
I am turning fifty this year. That means I am old in the eyes of the young. I don’t want to be old, but I am too worn…
I was randomly talking to someone the other day when the topic of kids came up. All the typical points were hit and it was a nice little…
I remember sitting with my son in the stands at a Major League Baseball game. A few rows in front of us, two men started heckling the leftfielder.…
When I was sixteen years old, our school board decided to fire our principal, Mr. Fedor. As students, we didn’t know the details of the firing, but we…
My husband and I are older parents. He is 61 and I am 47 and our daughter is 13. I am the age of most of her peers’…
I am a lot of work, he tells me. I am a lot of work. I am Schrodinger’s equation, Green’s functions, vector calculus. I am gradients that need…
It’s the Monday after vacation week, a nine-day blur of non-stop fun. We did it all; ice skating, snowman building, cookie baking, playdates, and excursions. And it worked…
As our nation’s youth attempts to find its collective voice in the midst of our unrelenting political turmoil, I am dismayed, as a teacher, as a mom, as…
Hey BluntMoms Readers, You are in for a treat starting as soon as we pour ourselves a double expresso and hammer down at the editorial desk. One of…