ShareTweet Once I had a little girl with curls that haloed around her head. At bedtime those curls caressed my face. I lingered, agreeing to one more book after another. I was addicted to Juju’s curls, their soft feather kisses, like a drug. Then, one spring day, her brother cut them, with dull kindergarten safe scissors. They… Continue Reading
ShareTweet “Mom, you know what you should be for Halloween? A dream killer. Cause that’s what you are.” Lovely. That little gem was tossed at me not by my dramatic tween, but by my normally even-keeled 9-year old boy. He had some cause. I’d just broken the news to him that I had chosen a… Continue Reading
ShareTweet Ever since I could put pen to paper, I’ve had a diary. My mom recently found my first one and sent it to me, the kind with the lock, although the lock was long gone. The first few pages are filled with colorful drawings, then the pages move to cramped, furious script, long diatribes… Continue Reading
ShareTweet I never gave much thought about the different dynamics of sports until my kids started playing them. I’d played soccer, basketball, and softball, with varying skill, but didn’t realize how different their rhythms were. A missed pass is forgotten quickly during a soccer game but on the baseball field all eyes are on the… Continue Reading
ShareTweet Happy chickens make happy soup. And yesterday, as the snow fell all day, slowly reducing the world to a quiet white wonderland, I definitely needed to fill my home with a dose of happy. News about my dad’s condition kept trickling in, text after text, getting more and more dire. With everything so quiet… Continue Reading
ShareTweet Table manners go beyond not chewing with your mouthful. Making good conversation is equally important. Recently, in an effort to fight my kids’ dine and dash instincts, I instituted a new rule. Everyone must bring up one interesting topic of conversation before being excused from the table. And as my kitchen is an unquestioned… Continue Reading
ShareTweet I used to be jealous, angry, a real mess. Any little comment would send me running to my room in distress. I thought my little sister had ruined my life, taken away all my parents’ love and caused me great strife. But now I’ve seen the light, and I’m done wanting to fight. I… Continue Reading
ShareTweet The water used to beckon to her like a dangerous toy, twinkling, sparkling, enticingly blue. She would struggle to escape my grasp, drawn inexorably towards that dazzling azure. Her pudgy little fingers wriggled with frustration in the prison of my sweaty palm, desperate to plunge her toddler body in the pool. Now her fingers… Continue Reading