My Shiksa Daughters Want to be Jewish
We went to a Bar Mitzvah Saturday. You would have thought we’d asked our tween Shiksa daughters to shave their heads and flap their
Category: Parenting
The Drugs Talk With My 11-Year old
Middle school started on Tuesday. Would there be gang bangers? Mean girls? Nurse Ratched-style teachers? One-eyed drug dealers? Should I stop watching CNN? My daughter
My Tween Daughters And I Love “Camp Gyno”
If you’re the mother of daughters just ramping up for puberty this Camp Gyno video is a must. (this is NOT a sponsored post).
5 Reasons Traveling With Your Kids May Keep Them Off Drugs: Ireland Photos
We travel all over with our kids. That’s where all and any extra cash goes. We’ve taken them to Hawaii, Seattle, Toronto, The Grand Canyon, San
My Kids Aren’t Me
I always think my kids will like the things I like. I was a water baby. I lived in the ocean as a kid,
Girls in their Natural Habitat
Voices: “… and then they’re naked in the jungle and they have to survive.” “When you said naked, I thought you meant they didn’t have
I Could’ve Been A Milk Carton Kid – Which is Why I Helicopter Parent
My friend Amy told me she lets her 10-year old walk around our Los Angeles neighborhood alone. I tried to keep myself from gasping aloud.
I Need Advice From Working Moms
When it comes to my kids’ emotional lives, I’m an extreme empath. I have little tolerance for my childrens’ anxiety, discomfort or sadness. I have to rush
Little Girl Movie Star Parties Freaked Me Out. Not Anymore!
I’ve been Professor McGonegle. I’ve been Medusa. And now I’ve been Makeup-Artist-to-the-Stars, Gilda. I blame my myriad incarnations on my daughter Bridget, because she
Castrating an Unwitting Softball Commissioner
A child, who shall remain nameless — (So if you think you know which child she is, you don’t!) came home tonight from her
Talking to Kids About Sex
When I was a kid my parents didn’t talk to me about sex. At eight, when I asked my mom what a condom was,
You Read, Therefore I Am
I’m back! Wait .. whaddaya mean you didn’t know I was gone? Didn’t your world feel a little bit empty? Wasn’t it harder to laugh,
Gone Fishing Over The Holidays (Christmas Photos)
Hello, Dear Fellow Humans. I have not felt like updating and writing. I’ve felt like eating Christmas cake cookies and drinking egg nog spiked
How to Beat Santa Extortion Def-Con 5!
Henry and I spend too much money all year round. He’s a groceries hoarder. If you came to our house and opened our refrigerator, you would
My Kids Attacked Me!
I fancy myself a bit of an athlete. There was that time that I beat my dad in a 10K even though I walked part of
When Is It TMI For Kids?
Bridget came home the other day and said, “Mommy, I love third grade.” What luck! Thought I. She must love her teacher, unlike me
Being A Child Of Divorce Makes Me Think I Get Gays
I’ve been watching Ryan Murphy’s (Glee) new NBC sitcom The New Normal about a committed gay couple having a baby with a quirky, kind surrogate mother
5 Things Not To Do In Front Of Your Daughters
Clare is 10, Bridget is 8 They still climb in bed with us in the morning. They still want to snuggle in front of
Does It Really Matter Whose Kid Is Smarter?
My kids are smart. They have a genetic pre-disposition. I was smart. Their dad was smart. We had high GPAs. We had high SATs.
The Puberty Video’s at the End of the Year
Puberty is coming to my house. I have a fifth grader and the puberty video’s at the end of the year. But already things
There Will Be No Child Actors Here!
A Star Is Born in our Family Yes, yes, I know Bridget is my child, therefore I’m partial. But this is not a subjective
I Both Want, And Don’t Want To Be A Working Mom
I need to get a job because we need the cash flow. My girls are eight and ten, and I’ve had freelance writing jobs
I’ve Met The Perfect 10
I met my perfect 10 on June 3rd, 2002 at approximately 3:33 p.m. My perfect “10” has long legs, cornflower blue eyes, thick, golden
Happy Father’s Day: An Image Is Worth a Thousand Words
This is what makes a father great: To my own dear dad on Father’s Day…
What’s Tearing My Relationship With My Daughters Apart
It’s 2:45 on Friday I arrive at their elementary school to pick my daughters up from 4th and 2nd grade. They approach, sluggishly, pinched
