Behold, the picture with this column. That’s my “formal” living room - the first room guests see when they arrive in my house, the room that makes my mother feel faint when she visits. Inspired by American Girl and Barbie with a hint of retro Dora the Explorer and Strawberry Shortcake, this room is reminiscent … Continue reading How I Learned to Love Clutter
The red “Mature Read” label jumped out the minute I saw the novel my 11-year-old daughter bought home from school. “Let me see that,” I said, eyeing her book suspiciously. Unspeakable by Caroline Pignat. The blurb touted it as “A love story that rivals Titanic” so of course my mind immediately flashed to the scene … Continue reading What Is Okay for Your Tween to Read?
One of my most precious parenting memories began with an act of violence and a blood-curdling scream. My then-six-year-old daughter marched into the kitchen, grabbed the scissors and cut off her doll Brianne’s arm with all the sentimentality of a jaded Civil War doctor on the battlefield. Her older sister then screamed like a horrified … Continue reading One-Armed Doll Taught My Daughter About Love
A confession: my favorite part of spring is cheeky jokes about Mr. Solid. C’mon, admit it: you stifle a laugh every time you see an Allan’s Mr. Solid Milk Chocolate Bunny on store shelves. Double entrendre jokes about Mr. Solid provide the Hubster and me with weeks of entertainment to get us through the last … Continue reading Surviving the Parental Grind with Naughty Jokes
A strange realization hit me as I looked at the desk in my home office recently. My life as a working mother is dependent on Post-it® notes. Put chicken in crockpot. Pick up at band 4 p.m. Fill in hot lunch order. These bright sticky notes are literally strewn all over my desk. I shudder … Continue reading The Best Tool in a Working Mom’s Arsenal: Post-It Notes
I’ve hit a depressing mothering milestone. I am no longer cool. Not that I was ever really cool in the first place because, after all, I have admitted publicly that I listen to a Kenny Rogers’ Greatest Hits CD (yes, I still own CDs) in my car. But recently, I completely lost the tiny semblance … Continue reading Losing my Cool
Texts from the fourth snow day trapped in the house with two kids who have chest colds while one parent tries to work upstairs and one parent tries to work downstairs: Me: What’s all the shouting downstairs? The Hubster: Our youngest daughter hates our oldest daughter and says she is the worst sister ever and this is … Continue reading Texts from a Snow Day