*I read this at DC’s Listen to Your Mother Show, Sunday, April 28. Thought I’d post it here for friends and family who couldn’t come. Since I wrote it for the performance, it may not translate as well on the (virtual) page…but the videos will be online later this summer! My mother once told…
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Horse Hell
You know those girls who are obsessed with horses when they’re young? They pretend jump ropes are reigns and run around the playground neighing and whinnying with their other horse-crazed friends? They inhale books on horses and collect plastic replicas to display on shelves? I was NEVER one of those girls. I never took a…
The Myth of a Perfect Holiday Season
My mother tells a story about how she once spent the night before Christmas assembling 100 tiny plastic escalator steps in Barbie’s shopping mall. Her parents were both in the hospital and she didn’t actually start shopping for presents until Christmas Eve. She says there was nothing left in the stores—she had to buy the…
The Perks of Imperfect Parenting
If anyone asked me whether I thought I was a good parent, I’d say yes – for all of my faults, I am a very good parent. And I’d think (hope) that others would say the same about themselves. It’s not an easy job, raising children. There isn’t an employee handbook…there are hundredsof them. All…
Hell Hath No Fury…
…like a woman watching her special needs son have a nervous breakdown in his adapted aquatics swim lesson because the instructor was 18 minutes late. For a half hour class. On the first day of class. But first let me give a little background about me and fury. I rarely have any. I am one…
The Lock Up and The Opium Den
Last summer, I started to write a post that was titled “The Lock Up.” I never finished it due to Blogger eating the first five paragraphs and my subsequent need to step away from the computer before I did anything foolish. Like smash it with the heaviest item at hand… Then I never did get…
When I open a bottle of wine at 5:00 PM…
…the following thoughts (internal AND verbal) occur: It’s a little early, but I deserve this. It’s been a long day of whining and crying and whining and crying and whining and crying… What’s wrong – why are you crying? What do you mean he called you a penguin? Why is that bad? I’m confused. This…
Happy Halloween!
I’ve written before about how this is not my favorite holiday (because, you know – it’s scary). But I can’t dispute the complete joy of little kids in costumes. Oliver is going as Batman again since his costume from last year still fits. I was hoping George would do the same, but he insisted that…
Raisin’ ‘Em Right!
I have been SO busy with life lately. I mean, now that my twins go to preschool three mornings a week I have a whole 7.5 hours of alone time to devote to examining my new wrinkles, making myself snacks and reading Project Runway recaps online. All of this distracted meandering around my house is…
First Week of School
After all of those posts about Oliver, I thought I’d better write an update on his first week of Kindergarten. This is how he felt about that first morning: And this is how I find him every day when school lets out: I have to say – for all of the worrying we do about…
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Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.