Category archives: Family
My baby turns 7 this week, which means I’ve
begun my yearly descent into weepiness and nostalgia that isn’t PMS-induced. It’s
the birthday blues, and they’ve appeared like clockwork ever since her first
I actually thought I’d escaped tear-free
this year, but no, I simply hadn’t been triggered yet. Yesterday my daughter and
11 friends celebrated by making journals out of cereal boxes at her recycled
art–themed party. Her smile beamed as she listened to friends from her current
school and last year’s school singing rousing renditions of both “Happy
My husband and I have done two things we
said we’d never do (and neither was reminiscent of 50 Shades of Grey). We bought a house and it’s in the suburbs.
Isn’t this the American Dream? Perhaps
for many people it is, but it’s never been our dream.
After a condo-owning fiasco, we had sworn
we’d never own property again. We’d happily fork over cash to a landlord if it
meant trading in home maintenance and a hefty mortgage for more fun things,
like dining out and European vacations.
Plus, our anti-car sentiment has ...
Today marks the first day of school and
the official end to what I had dubbed the mother-daughter summer of fun. After
nearly three months of staying up late, sleeping in and pretty much setting our
own schedule, we must return to routine.
By the end of summer, we parents are
ready for school to begin. Busy as the school year is, its rhythm soothes us.
I’m ready for the new routine—ready to have time alone again during the day,
ready to start building my business, ready to not be my daughter’s primary
source of entertainment. Yet ...
This week my parents
celebrated 42 years of marriage. In a Facebook, my mother pondered if anyone
truly understands the promises they are making when they get married. Her
conclusion was that they don’t. Anyone who’s been married a decent length of
time would probably agree—I know I do.
I’m glad my parents
didn’t have a clue when they said their vows because they may not have followed
through. My childhood wasn’t exactly spent basking in the warmth of their happy
marriage. My parents wed at ages 19 and 21. They had me a ...
The morning DJs today gave an on-air quiz to determine
whether you’ve hit middle-age. Based on this highly scientific survey, I
learned that I am not quite there yet, which is exactly what I keep telling my
One of the questions stood out, however. It was “are
you increasingly nostalgic?” Well, I’ve been nostalgic since I was born—seriously
my 5-year-old self probably pined for the days when I was a younger and more
Yet, even my abnormally high nostalgia levels are
on the uptick. I was blaming Facebook posts from people I knew in ...