Home Remedy. That was the assignment for last night’s Mothers Who Write class — the workshop I’ve co-taught for years with my dear friend Deborah Sussman Susser. We wanted our students to write about health care, but frankly, we weren’t interested in 15 essays about health care reform. So the ever-wise Deborah came up with […]
Good thing I was off eating tofu last night with my dear friend Trish, because I’m a big chicken when it comes to the kids taking risks. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing Annabelle scamper to the top of the wall at the rock gym around the corner from our house, but I wasn’t prepared for […]
So there’s hoarding where you can’t make a path through your house to get to the bathroom (I’m not there — yet) and then there’s the kind of hoarding where you find something super-cute and save it for a special occasion. Such was the case with the pinwheel straws. I don’t know where or when […]
Some poop went down the past few days (and trust me, I didn’t bore you with most of it) so I wanted to end the week on a lighter note, with a picture from the dance party Sophie and I had a couple mornings ago. I never thought I’d be the kind of person who’d say something […]
The response to my email requesting that my colleague not use the word “retard” around me: i believe you used the word yourself today. so the answer is no. And my response (and the long explanation is that I did repeat the word back to him at the staff meeting yesterday): it’s true, i was […]
After our weekly staff meeting at work today, I sent the following email to a co-worker, entitled “a favor”: i really hate to bring it up, but i need to ask for a personal favor. i know we’re hardly PC around here, but still, i’m wondering if you could please refrain from using the word “retard” […]
Sophie has been trying out a new word. And no, it’s not scatalogical in nature. It’s “precious”.
Yesterday was the first birthday party of first grade. I hope it’s the first of many. Actually, at the moment, I really don’t. I need some time to recover. Even at their best, other kids’ birthday parties can be stressful, if it’s not your crowd. And this wasn’t. I’m just not a walk-right-up-and-introduce-myself kinda gal, so I hung […]
Allow me to explain, since Karen Bayless-Feldman (a Mothers Who Write repeat customer and one of the funniest people I know) so graciously asked, “NINA?!” First, you should know that it rhymes with Carolina. Or vagina. Given that I was raised to call both male and female private parts a “weiner” (and don’t you dare […]
In the end, we didn’t make a cake today, because I realized too late that I had no icing in the house. If you watched “Cake Boss” on TLC (or “Ace of Cakes” on the Food Network — cakes are apparently “in”), you would know that you need to “dirty ice” your cake with buttercream […]
