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It’s that time of year. At least twice a week I get this sort of email: Dear Parent, please send in pictures of your child…
Last week, each afternoon I picked Sidney up from preschool, she climbed into her car seat and exclaimed: “Ay! Santa Maria!” (Nobody believes me, but…
Can you see this? This is the gate I use almost daily after I drop Sid off at school. It’s up a little hill on…
Yesterday it snowed. Because all of Seattle would come to a polite, but screeching halt with an inch of snow (and because snow in LA…
Nothing feels as wonderful as dropping all the kids off at school on a Monday morning. Nothing. It is especially gratifying after a week of…
Columbus Day. Not much of an event on the West Coast, but here in NYC it feels like more than just another day without mail…
Bitch-snacked. Derived from the term bitch-slapped. You know you’ve been bitch-snacked when someone points out that you’ve provided one of your kids with inadequately nutritious food.…
When we first moved to town the boys had a preschool teacher who would regularly send home all their creations with a note attached: Parents,…
A friend called me today. I hadn’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks. “Something really embarrassing happened to me, and because you spend…
Efram tried to get out of school today by claiming that as a supporter of the losing Superbowl team, he should be entitled to a…