One-Armed Doll Taught My Daughter About Love

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 …

The Best Tool in a Working Mom’s Arsenal: Post-It Notes

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 …

Losing my Cool

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 …

Seven Things from The Breakfast Club that Irk Me Now that I Am a Parent

You know you’re getting old when you cheer upon discovering John Hughes’s classic 1985 teen movie The Breakfast Club is on television on a Saturday night. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies, but the five high school students had barely settled into their detention chairs in the library when I realized that this movie …