A Letter to My 50-Year-Old Self

Dear Me at Age 50, Hi there, it’s me, your 37-year-old self, circa 2016. Right about now, it’s 2029 and you’ve crossed the threshold of 50. If you’re still alive, that is (as you know I’m terribly neurotic and I’m knocking on wood...

Snapshot of a Four-Year-Old

I’ve been writing about my youngest daughter a lot this year. This is perhaps for several reasons, not the least of which is that writing about my nine-year-old feels trickier and trickier by the day. The waters have become murkier when it comes to boundaries,...

Talking to Preschoolers About Death

I knew they would find out sooner or later, so I decided not to waste any time. “Girls,” I called quietly and sat down with them on the kitchen steps. “I have some sad news.” They exchanged glances, almost smiling in that way kids do when they...

Moms Who Swear

Of all the topics I’ve ever written about, swearing evokes the strongest reader responses. Wait, I take that back: American Girl Dolls bring all the crazies to the yard. People love to chime in on that post. But my most widely read blog post is one I wrote...

Diary of a Highly Emotional Mother

I knew it was smart to put on waterproof mascara today. With a long road trip (sans husband, just me and the girls) looming, the potential for disaster was higher than usual. And yep, I cried all the way out of town, allowing myself to be manipulated by my...