This is an actual disorder, MOM

Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.

This blog about my life

Oh really? A mommyblog? Is that what this is?

Oh two, oh three, oh four

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday.

In case you were wondering why everything is broken

Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.

“Perhaps You’ve Noticed You’re Changing…”

Seriously, what were filmmakers in the Eighties thinking when producing puberty education videos?

Smarter than a fifth grader

On behalf of all her classmates who probably whittled down seven pencils each trying to figure out that math problem.

Thou shalt not blog about thy daughter’s fifth grade class

When I get called into the principal’s office for this I will become yet another cautionary tale.

Second Christmases

There may be more Play-Doh paraphernalia under the tree tonight along with a giant bag of coal and a scrolling list of chores.

Wherein my child resembles her uncle

Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.

A syllabus for Thanksgiving break

“Last night I sat there struggling with the duty I have to destroy that innocent notion of hers, a notion born of my ignorance and my privilege, the privilege shared by so many other well-intentioned but naive white parents.”