I still think about that afternoon I could have lost Kelsey. I wish I could get that fear out of my head.
When, for a few minutes, no adult knew where she was. And where was she? Standing out by the pick-up zone at school, with no one in sight. No one watching my child. No [...]
I haven’t spent a lot of time in emergency rooms. I’ve been rather lucky and healthy thus far in my lifetime. So, when yesterday’s 12 hours of nausea and blinding abdominal pain became too much for me, Allen and I headed to the ER. Eight hours later, I have some important lessons to share [...]
Oh, how I hunger for a well marbled hunk of beef carcass, grilled to medium rare, topped with an inch of boursin and dropped on to my plate. And butter on my bread. My mouth waters at the thought.
My gall bladder sucks big stinking monkey balls.
I’m back on the fat-free diet in my increasingly rather [...]
Kelsey, on the computer, choosing which game to play on pbs.org: “Mommy, I’m not crazy about Caillou. I think he makes bad choices.”
It’s been one of those shows I’ve tried to keep my kids from viewing because it has a high mommy-pulling-her-hair-out potential. Same with the insidious purple beast that I shan’t name here. I [...]
I was watching A Baby Story recently, a charming show chronicling the last few weeks of a pregnant woman and her quest for an ideal birth. Once the program begins, I cannot look away. It’s like a train wreck. I usually end up critiquing the actions of the parents-to-be prior to the birth, making [...]
Today, I ventured into Wal-Mart with my brood at prime time for getting an errand done–past the lunch and running amok, and right before naps. I wish that I had, instead, stuck flaming pins into my eye.
Yes, I freely admit that I stepped into a Wal-Mart. A friend of mine who shall remain nameless, although [...]
A flock of spastic flamingoes, chasing a black-and-white spotted ball around a field. That’s what my child’s soccer team is.
And Kelsey is basically the team cheerleader, disguised as one of the players. She follows around after the kids who have the ball, on whichever team, just to be in the fray, in the moment. [...]
There’s a stunningly provocative piece of journalism appearing in today’s CNN.com archives. You can read it here, but be warned; you will see a boob.
CNN has apparently discovered that breastfeeding is a divisive issue.
And BabyTalk Magazine has received more feedback than ever before after the magazine featured a cover showing a close-up image [...]
I just realized something.
ALL I TALK ABOUT IS SHIT!
Either I am eternally 12 years old, or my life stinks, literally.
Gone are the days when I’d write incredibly erudite papers on literary criticism, or when I’d write articles to be published in high-circ travel/tourism magazines and newspaper inserts.
Now, my writing is full of [...]
OK, you are allowed to make endless fun of me for this.
My first rock concert: Picture a skinny, freckled 16-year-old girl wearing faded blue jeans with a double-wrap-around slim white belt hanging down over her hips, and one of those cotton pastel shirts with the snaps and the mesh pull-down shoulder, hair feathered and [...]
