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There are many things I need — time alone with M, a better oven, a book deal, the perfect black boots (ok, the boots I…
I bought this chair when Bennett was born. I nursed all five kids in it, rocked them to sleep in it, and continue to read…
It’s shocking what a bit of investigating can do. Or, perhaps it’s just shocking that as a parent I’m expected to be one part caregiver,…
(Be warned. This topic is something that I’ll be talking about for a while.) My standards are clearly slipping. Once a strict enforcer of bedtime…
It’s a busy time of year, but as hectic as life is, I’m never too busy to know better. That’s right, I know better. At…
Why is it always the little things that throw us over the edge? We can survive days of abuse (read: parenting), and then fall apart…
Bennett hates this blog. He hates lots of things about it, but mostly the title. The story from which the title sprang especially horrifies him.…
I have survived another round of parent teacher conferences. Or I should say, I have survived Parent Teacher Conference Day. It’s not the conferences that…
M came home yesterday. And as always, within minutes of his arrival, I take a walk on the snarky side. I don’t know why, and…
M is in New York this week. He made time to check out the Occupy Wall Street protest while he was in Lower Manhattan. Funny,…