My basement was the kind of basement that, when kids went down the stairs and saw the amount of toys down there, they stopped mid-step, clutched the handrail, and trembled with excitement.
My…basement was legendary to friends’ kids. There weren’t enough shelves or floor space for all the goods, so the toys scattered across the floor: Lego bins stacked beside illegally parked trucks, dolls splayed every which way, and pint-sized chairs formed an unattended tea party, complete with mini-porcelain dishes. But after one too many crippling heel… >> Read More
Just the other day, as I stepped out of the shower and into my grey sweatpants, it hit me: I have a uniform now.
I gave birth to my daughter 11 months ago, and I am on extended maternity leave…from my job as a fourth-grade teacher. In my working life, I’d typically wear comfortable and somewhat stylish basics — usually black — with at least one punchy piece: a fun shirt, a quirky shoe, or whimsical earrings. Now, however, my signature look revolves around a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants. About the time the… >> Read More
I’m 45, and now that I’ve been a mom for 15 ½ years, I’ve shed a lot of the naiveté I brought to the parenting table when I first got here. One of the many, many ways in which I have changed…as a parent is that I now bring a healthy dose of skepticism to “scientific studies” of parenting. For example, take a study conducted three years ago — and more recently making the rounds on social media — that reportedly shows how the more children a woman gives birth to, the slower her cells are… >> Read More
I’m a big proponent of finding inspiration everywhere. It makes habitual routines and tasks seem like treasure hunts, with meaning and happiness as its buried prize. And my latest pot of gold came…from my young daughters. Just last week, while ordering slices at the counter of our favorite pizza parlor, I looked down to find my sweet girls, 3 and 6, dancing. Not just bopping — they were full-body grooving. I hadn’t even noticed that music was playing, yet once I saw their smiles I began to… >> Read More
In recent years, I have read more than my share of pieces that basically say: “Sorry, friends, I’m a mom now. I’ll get back in touch with you when my kids are self-sufficient — see you in…about 18 years or so.” As a mom of three myself, I am calling bullshit on this. And, trust me, I get it. I understand having sick kids, juggling a full-time job with after-school and extracurricular activities, finding time for my marriage, and just wanting to relax after a long day. But, connecting with friends… >> Read More