My then-partner/now-husband and I, having tried over and over and harder and harder to conceive an offspring in the traditional manner (it was simply grueling, I tell you), finally gave up the ghost and decided to adopt somebody via the good graces of the New Jersey State Foster System.
This morning I dropped my ten-year-old son off at school with everything he needed to survive a two-night field trip in California’s Gold Country: two pairs of shorts (he hates pants), two shirts, two pairs each of underwear and socks, minimal toiletries, a jacket that he’s unlikely to wear, four […]
I’m trying not to emulate the rigid and oppressive experience of my youth – trying to let go and let our kids have a bit of fun without becoming a family of barbarians.
Motherhood can be gruesome in an every day sort of way.
After a while, I realized that all of this attention to electronics was making me miss my children.
Once upon a time I liked girls. I held hands with them, kissed them and even pretended to be entertained by their breasts. To all of those girls, I apologize. I had no idea what I was doing.
“These are not socks,” Levi told me referring to the slipper socks he decided to wear on his head.
I am the manager of my younger son’s soccer team. (Quit that sniggering, you.) I am the manager and not the coach because, well, it’s like this. The role of coach entails instructing the kids in strategy and game play, making on-the-field calls, demonstrating and supervising drills and practice sessions, […]
In my experience, the more alcohol is prohibited, fetishized and viewed as forbidden fruit, the greater the likelihood that kids will abuse alcohol.
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