Dear End of Summer Mom, I see you. I see you struggling. I see you trying to be creative and fun and each day, working hard to maintain the energy of perfection required to “savor the moment.” I see you trying to be the good…

Some people walk into parenthood with a very specific set of ideas about what it will look like. They have lots of plans. You know the ones, right? “Oh my child will NEVER act that way in public.” And “Oh I will NEVER feed my…

There are certain moments that divide our lives into before and after. Some are large-scale and universal–we all know life before and after 9/11. Some, though, are smaller, more personal. Some are beautiful, the best kind of moments, the first kiss with your last love,…

Last night, in the most disastrous of all disastrous parenting mistakes, I dropped a major curse word right in front of Connor. Like, in front of his very face. And I mean MAJOR, people. The type that would have my grandmother, yes even the one…

My grandmother was one of the wisest, most complex and most amazing women I have ever met. She was colorful, unique and a 4’11” force to be reckoned with. Known for her raspy cackling laugh, a near irreverent sense of style and propriety and the…

If it’s possible here on this earth to have a mortal enemy, I can safely say that I have one. Well, if I’m being truly honest, since I’m kind of living with my finger on the hair trigger of annoyance these days I’ve got a…