Battle of the Narcissists
I slump next to Fred, who is 5, on a couch at his mom’s birthday party. Me: I can’t believe your mom is 47 because
I slump next to Fred, who is 5, on a couch at his mom’s birthday party. Me: I can’t believe your mom is 47 because
I’m not political. This isn’t a political blog. But the whole Rush Limbaugh/Sandra Fluke kerfuffle and Obama’s excoriation by the religious right has me steaming.
“Wow, your daughter’s got quite an arm!” says a dad sitting next to me at Little League softball tryouts. “Oh I don’t know … I
I have two daughters, 7 &9 One needs constant conversation and connection. The other is a day-dreamer who entertains herself with her own stories. The
It’s been an awful year. We’ve lost three of our beloved elders. My sister-in-law’s health is precarious and we’re blazing the trail to bring her
Loss My father-in-law passed away Sunday night. He’d been a young stage actor in New York. He’d been one of the original writers on Captain
Last night — I decided to play Monopoly with my daughters instead of allowing them to watch A Dolphin’s Tale for the fiftieth time. I
This is not a funny one 2011 has been a difficult year for us and our extended family. Loss, diminishment, permanent change. My elegant grandma
I’ve been eating my weight in candy cane cookies and want to be in denial. Instead, I feel compelled to plumb the labyrinthine depths to
If I could control the moon, the sky, the sea, the stars and Ashton Kutcher’s wandering phallus I would. Which means, every year when
The day after Thanksgiving I tried to get my daughters and my mother to help clean up. They said that they would, but it
This was the worst Thanksgiving ever! None of the children broke any of their bones. No one got drunk and called everybody cheap bastard sons-of-bitches.
I always forget that if my kids watch a scary movie this is where they end up! Thanks a lot Harry Potter!
I lay in beside with my 9-year old Clare at bedtime. Something serious is troubling her. We’ve had several in-depth discussions about it already, but
9:11 p.m. Halloween Night … Sugar. No more sugar. Or corn syrup. Or malto-yickitomasmazoo. I am tired of costumes that are scratchy and too tight
Last night I had to kick some ass. There was mutiny afoot in our art supply cupboard. The f***ing pencils were A.W.O.L. and when they
I Love Lucy saved my life when I was a kid. My parents divorced when I was two. Today I wouldn’t have it any other
All Hell Breaks Loose Clare and I were rolling around with our fat cat Marilyn Monroe on the bed I’ve been inhabiting with the flu
Just when you try to pigeonhole your kids, they change. This is Bridget (7): If tortured on a bed of red-hot nails I might encapsulate
September 16th, 2011 At 9 a.m. my stepfather Guido (yes, Guido, will all the ardor for life that implies) passed away due to the repercussions
My eighteen month-old toddler Clare prefers her daddy more than me. There it is. In black-and-white for all to see. A public indictment of my
Here are the cretinous techno-monsters! They’re still here. In their bedrooms. In their pajamas. Beds unmade. Toys strewn. They’re bored. They’re addicted to technology. Their eyes glaze over, their
My grade schoolers now know this: “If you illegally sell marijuana the cops’ll bust you and throw you in the slammer where they’ll make you
One of my daughters wakes up crying and goes to sleep crying. My other daughter wakes up happy and goes to sleep happy. According to
Here’s the problem with ice cream. You mean to eat it slowly so that your eating pleasure is in direct inverse proportion to ice cream’s
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