My Name Is Tom
Last week I picked my daughters and a friend of theirs up from school. We made a pitstop at our favorite taco truck in front
Last week I picked my daughters and a friend of theirs up from school. We made a pitstop at our favorite taco truck in front
When other people’s children are in my care I treat them like they’re mine. I didn’t used to do this, but I’ve had kids for
It hath come to pass that a plague hath beset the Colleary family whereupon we were ravaged by lice. No, they were not any of
My daughters’ snuggles are my form of crack. On a biochemical level, my body sinks into a deeper calm when I hold them. And it
It seemed like an ordinary night. There were no harbingers of doom — A murder of black crows on the telephone wires outside. A vanity
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
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). It’s
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,
I always think my kids will like the things I like. I was a water baby. I lived in the ocean as a kid visiting
I have a child who is anxious about a big transition coming up. We’re moving to Nebraska where we’ll be installed in the Witness Protection
Right after the fifth grade culmination ceremony yesterday, Clare’s good friend Gabriella (a pseudonym) got her first period. Sweet Jesus. It felt to me like
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
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 loves
A child, who shall remain nameless — (So if you think you know which child she is, you don’t!) came home tonight from her first
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, she
I fancy myself a bit of an athlete. There was that time I beat my dad in a 10K even though I walked part of
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
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
My 10-year-old daughter Clare only likes to wear clothes from the boy’s section. Preferably a boxy, shapeless t-shirt with pictures of Spiderman or any other
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
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,
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