7 Things I Learned About Life from Being a Twin.
Lessons from growing up as an identical twin: This isn’t a statistical fact, but just a general perception: twins seem a lot more “normal” today than when I was growing up, as a twin. My...
Author: Jennifer
This Introvert/Extrovert Contest Has Got to Stop.
No matter where I look, there’s an article about introverts versus extroverts. Just this morning, I read about how I, as an extrovert, am apparently affecting my kids (versus how the introvert parent affects...
The Importance of Routine.
The place of silent rituals in our daily lives: Her backpack is too heavy and keeps sliding down off her shoulders. It’s nearly the length of her entire body, or it seems this way as I...
Gratitude for Uninvited Guests.
This weekend, a man who grew up in our new-old house visited unexpectedly. My husband was outside working on the couple acres of lawn that the house sits on, up at the top of...
10 Realistic Tips: Parenting with ADHD.
One of the most prominent ways that my ADHD surfaces as an adult is feeling easily overwhelmed. When I say overwhelmed, I mean at simple, everyday life-things, like a serious pile of dirty dishes,...
And Then You Were a Girl.
It happened somewhere between childish toddler legs and long thighs. I noticed—almost suddenly—the way you began to articulate your thoughts in a precise manner that was no longer babyish. More, you started using phrases...
To My Second Child: Why Your Baby Book Isn’t Done.
You are no less special because you are second. Instead, it’s cliche-true that you completed our family. I look at your bright smile and feel compelled at gut-level to gently nuzzle you as you...
Throwing Away “To-Do Lists” to Make Memories.
It’s easy to move through parenthood with a mental “to-do” list. To do: get child to school; feed, clothe, and bathe. To-do: pay bills, go for allergy shots, buy wine, get some sleep, exercise—in...
How to Find Gratitude on an Ordinary Day.
The light streams towards me through the front porch windows. The light is golden, and it highlights the yellow of the front porch’s ceiling, and the way that the white rocking chair’s back creates lined shadows,...
The Saddest Part About Living in Our “Playdate Society.”
Mostly, I played outside with other kids from my neighborhood—it’s what we did in the early 80’s. Yes, there was a small group of kids that were the children of a group of...
