Spring Break with Kids Is a Mindset.
Next week my oldest child is on spring break. She’s in preschool, only during the mornings, and even this is only four days a week, but for little kids this relatively short period of...
Next week my oldest child is on spring break. She’s in preschool, only during the mornings, and even this is only four days a week, but for little kids this relatively short period of...
Living a life worth writing about: the sensory experiences of spring, and the merits of living life offline. Being largely offline all week due to illness made it difficult to transition back into writing...
We’ve dubbed this particular door “the portrait door.” In front of it, the girls stand for pictures, saying “cheese,” adorably posing for photographs that I’ll later send to my long-distance family, and, most importantly,...
We made a little spot on the floor—a make-shift bed of towels, in case she throws up more. I’ve worried about her since she started getting sick around five this morning. In between carrying...
I’m not superwoman. I don’t even want to be superwoman, but I don’t have a village. I have my husband, and he’s amazing. He’s more than just a good father—he’s a good parent. I don’t...
Parents of little kids notoriously complain a lot. I have two children, ages 5 and 1, and I’m not immune to joking about there never being enough coffee, or the lack of sleep I...
I decided recently that if I sent out playdate invites to my mom friends, they would look like this: For: A playdate for our kids, since they don’t circle the neighborhood anymore until...
She steals my heart with her hands covered in my gloves. They move skillfully, even though the too-large fingers drip from her. She falls towards me, laughing, and her eyes laugh, too. They give away her...
I was upset when I ordered cupcake-shaped truffles for my daughters for Valentine’s Day, and they showed up late. I was a super cool mom, however, when I produced a platter of cupcake chocolates...
The quiet of the house feels surreal. The lush snow thickly blankets the yard outside my window, except for a few scattered deer prints trickling down the hill, and off towards the road. My...