The Question My Husband Asks That I Never Know How to Answer
It’s 5 p.m. and I’m making dinner. The twins’ bickering has just erupted into a hot-tears-and-screechy-threats fight, and the three-year-old…
It’s 5 p.m. and I’m making dinner. The twins’ bickering has just erupted into a hot-tears-and-screechy-threats fight, and the three-year-old…
I will never forget the time when, aged 5 or 6 years old and struggling into my bathing suit on…
Dear Stranger at the Hockey Game, I wish I could have met you, talked to you, maybe even laughed and…
Last night, my husband executed one of the most complicated parenting maneuvers I think he’s ever undertaken. And of course,…
“Oh honey, it’s perfect! So shiny! I just love it.” I grinned at my husband as I slid into the…
One of my favorite things about having children is the way they manage to surprise me. I mean sometimes, of…
It’s a chilly Sunday morning, and my family, stuffed with French toast and bacon, is lounging around at home. While…
photo credit: via photopin (license) Finally, here in New England at least, fall has arrived! The air has a crisp…
Once, when I was pregnant with the twins, I had an encounter with poop that was, well, absolutely horrible. So…
It started innocently enough. I was sitting at the table, drinking coffee, lazily making a to-do list for the day….