It’s beach season. Time to pay some attention to your largest organ. Today’s “little spot” could be tomorrow’s health scare. I know this from personal experience. It looked to…
When my first daughter was born, I lucked out and saw a presentation by the authors of NutureShock: New Thinking About Children. The book’s premise was taking long-held parenting…
My closet was perfect. It practically glistened at me as I opened the doors, piles of neatly stacked laundry that beckoned at me with its lightly lavendered scent.…
Old Burt across the street is backing a whole damned boat into his driveway. He’s got one arm out the window and is wearing a sailor’s cap as…
In praise of a vital relationship all women should have Women have numerous options when it comes to self-care. It might be an indulgent spa day where you…
Remember mom jeans? The light-wash denim jeans your mom wore when you were a kid? Tapered at the leg, puffy, high-waisted and faded? Like the jeans parodied on…
I love the family photo that hangs in our living room. Not just because it has my favorite people in it, but because of the fact that we…
My husband and I successfully restarted our lives together as co-parents by occupying separate residences a number of years ago. Some consider this a failure from a marital…
I think it’s important to hear and even to appreciate people who are very different than ourselves, people who may fall on the other side of the spectrum…
Raising a Tween is serious business about magic, specifically the care of magical creatures and all things childhood magic related, and you should not be reading just any…
Yesterday morning, I was the ultimate Stepford Mom (in my mind). I’d produced a picnic, complete with: butterfly shaped sandwiches, homemade chocolate chip muffins, and a healthy fruit salad.…
The other day, I was chatting with a fellow mom/writer, and what started out as an embarrassing admission on my part about the state of my house, turned…
Like many socially liberal parents in upper-middle-class suburbs, I’ve lost sleep fretting over diversity. Is our hometown diverse enough? Am I scarring my daughter for life by selecting…
I hesitated to write a piece titled “F*cking Persist,” but f*ckng persist with it is what I did. Why? Because the message is too damn necessary to avoid…