I’ve spent a good portion of my parenting career trying to answer this important question: why do all children cry in Target? Is it the must have aroma of containers and bulk snacks? Is there some sort of subliminal hypnosis happening between the children and the red Target target logo that sends a beacon like message… Read More
Dear Kellyanne- Well, thank goodness you’ve let the coat out of the bag. I’d managed to keep my mouth shut about Gucci Coatgate for 6 whole days. That was tough. While the rest of the world was commenting, meme’ing, and Tweet’ing about your red, white, and blue Inauguration Day coat (made by Gucci), I remained… Read More
When Justin and I got married, we promised to always tell each other the truth. This has proved to be one of the worst decisions I have made to date. Worse than the time I cut bangs in my hair, decided I would only listen to jazz music, or the time I thought cowboy boots… Read More
I couldn’t get the song “Reverse Skydiving” out of my head. You know when you get a song stuck in your head, always at the least likely moment when you couldn’t actually find out what the song is. I’ve spent many a spin classes wanting to yell to the teacher, “Who sings this?” Not that… Read More
Well, I’ve missed you. I hope you’ve been missing me. You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been a bit M.I.A. on the blog lately. I’ve been hanging out on Facebook, but I’ve had to let the blog rest for a bit. That’s because I’ve been busy writing a TV show, which as you can imagine… Read More
Because I knew nothing about parenting and had spent very little time with children before I had children of my own, I made the mistake of saying, aloud I might add, that I would love my children unconditionally. Smart or not, funny or droll, gay or straight, no matter what, I said, I would love… Read More
I rarely remember my dreams. I’m convinced I don’t have any. Like even my subconscious is exhausted at the end of the day and screams, “I’m tired!” and just wants to watch reality tv and not talk to anyone. But last night I had an epic dream about spiders. (I’m using a loose definition of the… Read More
The other day, I was driving the kids to school and the subject of karma came up. I almost can’t remember how. Oh, I know! It was the car accident story. I was updating the kids on the car accident story. The story is this: I had Margaux in the car and we were waiting… Read More
I’ve been trying to write a back to school post for a few days. Balthazar started third grade and Margaux started Kindergarten, which means summer is over. But as I wrote (a zillion drafts), I realized that the truth of my summer was an elephant in the middle of my blog. So I’m just going to… Read More
Darling Daughter: “I’m coming with you.” That’s the family joke, right? That when you go to college, I’m coming with you. Well kiddo, I wasn’t joking at all. From the second you were born and Dr. Katz said, “It’s a girl,” I’ve had every intention of never letting you out of my sight. Being a… Read More