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Going Green Gracefully
Reduce. Re-use. Recycle. I have to admit – I’m a dabbler. Don’t get me wrong; I am philosophically committed to the whole enterprise. In the past I’ve composted with worms, been a vegetarian living in...
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Moratorium on Merchandise
Not all merchandise (not yet, anyway); cosmetics and toiletries, to be exact. This project started approximately two months ago. I was on a pitching binge and my bathroom was rife with candidates....
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The Scooter Mom
“Let me try your scooter,” fateful words said to my son. Shortly after, I was at Target faced with an unfathomed amount of choices in scooters. I opted for the Scooter Pro because it could handle a...
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Boobs, Blankets, and Boundaries
I just saw the Luv’s diaper commercial. It shows a woman in a restaurant breastfeeding her baby with a cover draped over her boob and her baby. Cut to a few years later: same woman, second child, no...
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Super Mom Gift Giving
Who’s this from? Oh look, it’s from your friends! My kids exchange Christmas gifts with our friends kids who live about six hours away. Usually, we talk about what the kids would like, buy something...
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Bribery vs. Sanity
“Do you want to come with me to the hardware store?” asks Dad. “No, thanks,” replies Big Guy. Little Guy is asleep on the couch and I seize an opportunity for alone time. “I’ll give you some chocolate...
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A Fearless Child in a Fearful World
He sat down, pretzel in one hand and lemonade in the other. He fit perfectly on the small ledge, his feet easily touched the ground. “I’ll wait out here,” he said through a mouthful of pretzel. “Mmmm....
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Through the Door Lightly
The door to your house/flat/apartment/abode has come unstuck in time. The next time you walk through it, you find yourself in the same place, but a different time entirely. Where are you, and what...
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The Great Paradox of Motherhood
We walked hand in hand into the schoolyard. “Well, today’s the last day of Kindergarten, he said, “Are you happy, Mom?” “I have mixed feelings. It’s bittersweet.” “What does bittersweet mean?” “It...
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My Summer of Waiting for Patience
“Patience is a kind of love. A love that is its own explanation in bewildered circumstance. It is an old, old woman placing a wrinkled-parchment hand against the cheek of a reckless child. Because her...
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