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What Message About Drinking Alcohol Do I Want to Give My Child?

October 5, 2015 by


When I was in high school, I knew kids whose parents allowed them to drink. As long as the kid stayed in the house and didn’t go anywhere, the parent was fine with it. The reasoning: my kid is safe. They’re going to drink anyway, so they might as well drink in my house. I […]

Girl Friendships: I Love Her. I Love Her Not.

October 14, 2011 by


(Image Source / Corbis) My best friend Liz and I had one fight when we were seniors in high school. I caught her crinkling her nose about something I said. And so I teased her. She didn’t like that. I believe I taunted her a bit. She didn’t like that either. Outside, we screamed at […]

Homework: Why Bother?

September 30, 2011 by


I have a soft spot for slackers, they are individualists. But as a mother, I’m stumped. I have one slacker and one perfectionist. (This summer my slacker was in a bike accident–he’s fine now–which I wrote about here and here.) My slacker was born a few weeks late, my perfectionist on time- the exact calculated time […]

He’s Such a Douche Bag: We’re A Cursing Kind Of Family

September 15, 2011 by


For me, one of the most difficult tasks of early parenthood was learning not to swear. I missed saying ‘fuck this‘ and ‘fuck that‘ and the always satisfying, ‘fuck you‘. I missed spitting out the word ‘shit‘ anytime something didn’t work. Like, Immediately. When my children were pre-verbal and mushy and portable.When they smelled good […]

We Love You, Man

August 17, 2011 by


After the ambulance ride and the terrifying what ifs and the thankful shock, we came home. The next few days, my son’s bloody face dripped and oozed. His head ached and his teeth throbbed and then, he began to feel better. But while he was healing, I had the privilege of watching the most touching […]

Can You Meet The Ambulance?

August 9, 2011 by


On Friday afternoon I got a phone call you don’t want to get. Ever. From the police, from my son’s phone, from the site of an accident. Was he okay? Was he okay? I repeated that over and over as I searched for my keys. The officer wanted to know if  I could meet the […]

The Tree of Life: A Conversation With My Daughter About Loss and Life

July 20, 2011 by


I swear, this was supposed to be a post with levity. After all, last week we tackled PMS, spanking and a photograph of a migrant worker and her hungry children. This week I decided to make things a little lighter. Or attempt to. Levity isn’t always my strong suit. After Gail’s piece ran on Monday, […]