I blinked

Wasn’t it yesterday that we forgot the chicken in the microwave? That day when the nurse called to tell me that my strep test came back negative, but my pregnancy test came back positive, and in our delirious excitement we neglected the chicken thawing in the microwave for dinner, forgot about it until breakfast, and…

Put Down, Pick Up

It’s a new year, a fresh start, and blahbity blah blah blah. (Pardon my bout of cynicism; i’m under the influence of Sudafed.) Most days, sharing anything close to parenting “wisdom” seems laughable. It is laughable. If you’re like me, you’ve wished for a do-over button on more than a few occasions. Even so, over…

Got kids? You’ll have regrets.

I had bought into a lie. Subconsciously, but fully. Maybe you have too. It has to do with motherhood and regrets, how those two things shouldn’t be paired together. Somehow at some point I believed (without recognizing I believed it), that if I were a good enough mom, I wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t/ have regrets. Wishful thinking but…

Just Keep Writing, Writing, Writing

When it comes to writing, I’ve been in a literary desert. It’s been months since I’ve written anything beyond a grocery list or Facebook status and even though I’d like to think I left it all on the field to get The Ground Beneath Us finished and released last fall, that’s kind of a convenient…

I Didn’t Want to Homeschool

This week I’ve put on a new hat: homeschooling mom. I must admit, for as much as I have admired home-schooling moms, for as much as I’ve loved (and been impressed with) the home-schooled students I’ve taught and tutored over the years, I did not want to be a home-schooling mom. Last year, the summer…

What About Dad

I love all the “mom” commercials that interrupt the Olympic games, lovely little montages of sacrifice and support that make us all reach for the Kleenex. Moms should be recognized because you know they did a ton to get their kid where she is, but I do believe we’re missing someone, someone equally important: Dad….

The 12 Blogs of Christmas #4: Humor

(*Don’t Touch My Cookies originally appeared in the November 2012 edition of MomSense) I handed each of my children a lump of gingerbread cookie dough and gave them carte blanche on cutting out and decorating. “But this,” I said, raising my own ball of dough like Scarlet O’Hara holing up a fistful of Tara, “this…

Why My Children Can’t Do Everything They Set Their Mind To

Before I type another word, let me say this: I think my kids are intelligent, witty, sweet, gifted, tenderhearted, emotionally sensitive, athletic, resolved, hilarious, thoughtful, adaptable, and more and more and more. My aspirations for them are nothing but high. They have and will, no doubt, continue to amaze me, I’m confidant they will do…

When Did We All Start Smiling in Photographs?

The people in old photographs rarely smile. Have you noticed? Here’s my theory: They didn’t know yet they were supposed to look a certain way, give off a certain vibe. They just… were. Here we are, in our Sunday best. Wearing the same tight-lipped expression as always. I don’t walk around smiling all day. This…

Dad’s Turn

Dads don’t always get their due praise. Singing the praises of Mom seems to come easier but fathers… Dads… hear me loud and clear: you are irreplaceable. You are immeasurably influential. So for all the dads out there, including my dad and my husband… thank you! Allow me to sing a few praises to my…