School’s almost over. We’re in the homestretch of the lunch-making, the agenda-signing, and the ever-dreaded alarm clock of doom. It’s all good news right? It’s just in the…
I’m watching my seventh-grade son navigate digital learning. Not like it was at the end of the last school year, when the Los Angeles Unified School District (abruptly)…
Before I had kids I was rarely ill. No colds. No flu. No ear-nose-throat infections. My immune system was Teflon-coated, permeated only occasionally by self-induced day-after-the-night-before-type maladies. Enter…
A. Step into the witches coven Sip upon the mothers’ brew Wait for unsolicited advice given See who needs to feel superior to whom. B. Feel the subtle…
Recently, my eight-year old son came home from school and announced that his lunch “wasn’t healthy enough”. Cheese sandwich, whole grain Breton crackers, strawberries and a pre-wrapped soft…