Gratitude Sucks

Gratitude Sucks
I blame Oprah. She told me to start a gratitude journal many years ago. It would change my life. Stress would be conquered. I would reap many benefits in all areas. Feel happy! Improve your sex life! Lose weight! Being grateful was the magic cure for it all. Of course, as a now-grateful person who...

Babies and Books

Babies and Books
Parents … today is April 5, 2016 and I have a cautionary tale. Right around the time Max was born, I realized I needed to redo Madeline’s baby book. I had been very good (first born!) with writing in it and saving every little thing. It was overstuffed and the binding was breaking. I had...

Pressure, Meet Grace

Pressure, Meet Grace
I open up Microsoft Word. Do I still have Microsoft Word? I do. On the way, I look at all of the standard browser tabs, nothing refreshed since I went to bed last night. We didn’t know there would be a storm when we went to bed. Some combination of busyness and exhaustion from attempting to get our...

Relics

Relics
One Saturday morning many years ago, I decided to have a piece of an old quilt framed. It had hung over a chair in our living room for quite some time, but it was very old and fragile. Years before that, I had pulled it from a trash pile when my parents were cleaning out the attic. The story behind it...

Trust

Trust
When we contemplated moving to Long Island, one of my biggest fears was not having family and friends around if “something bad happened.” As a high anxiety person, I can think of bad things happening while sitting at a pool (a tree branch falling), on a beach (a tsunami or sand cave-in),...

Cats, Dogs, and Chocolate Ice Cream

Cats, Dogs, and Chocolate Ice Cream
Someone recently told me that I was “like a cat,” in that I wanted to be alone during times of trouble. The person was not too far from the truth — when things are hard, sometimes getting back into bed seems like the only logical solution. And I guess if I were single and without kids...

I am a homemaker.

I am a homemaker.
The contents of my hoody pocket currently include three bright orange pebbles and a dog treat. My pants are of the yoga variety. I am wearing no make up and, as usual, I will shower before I go pick up the kids. Because everyone knows you must look presentable at kid pick up. Drop off doesn’t matter...

Traits and Legacies

Traits and Legacies
From the earliest moments of pregnancy, we think about the traits our child will be given. Boy or girl. Hair color. Eye color. Body type. Eventual height. Who they will favor. Personality. We think about it a lot until they are actually here and we start to see them develop into the person they have...

Helpful Food Allergy Guidelines for Cupcakes at School

Helpful Food Allergy Guidelines for Cupcakes at School
So, you may have read this horrendously selfish piece on HuffPo from a mother who was sick of working around food allergies when sending treats to class for birthdays. You see, she likes cake. And if killing a few kids gets in the way, well someone is going to have to help them realize they are odd and...

“Food allergies aren’t my problem.” Wrong.

“Food allergies aren’t my problem.” Wrong.
So I just read another tragic story of a young boy who died after eating something with peanuts in it. As a parent of a child with severe tree nut and peanut allergies, my heart sinks every time I see one of these all too common headlines. It is our worst fear and our ongoing nightmare: that we couldn’t...

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