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 as
Bridget came home the other day and said, “Mommy I love third grade.” What luck! Thought I. She must love her teacher, unlike me as
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
Clare is 10, Bridget is 8. They still climb in bed with us in the morning. They still want to snuggle in front of the
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. We
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
A star has been born in our family. Yes, yes, I know Bridget is my child, therefore I’m partial. But this is not a subjective
I need to get a job because we need the cash flow. My girls are 8 and 10 and I’ve had freelance writing jobs
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 hair
This is what makes a father great: To my own dear dad on Father’s Day…
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 faces,
We’re going to send our daughters to the public middle school. Don’t hold me to it. In a fit of helicoptering white-flight panic we might
The Controversy Surrounding Extended Breast Feeding Several years ago, during an interview with a homeopathic doctor for an ailment of mine, she mentioned she still
First of all, don’t do it. Are you insane? But, if you must the very first thing you should do is to make the
Women scare the ever-loving crap out of me. I’d rather go five rounds in the cage with UFC fighter Allistair Overeem than be subjected to
Over The Edge, Death In Grand Canyon is the title of the book I’m reading since Henry, the kids and I set off for the
We’re on spring break. There are no beer funnels. No calling parents from a Oaxacan jail. No tequila-induced tattoos of dancing Geishas on our
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
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
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