22 Ways I Know I Am, in Fact, in the Mid

Posted by on Apr 8, 2015 in Uncategorized | 32 comments

22 Ways I Know I Am, in Fact, in the Mid

You might have seen a theme to many of my posts in the past year: I turned 40. For me, turning 40 was kind of a big deal. It’s a big deal because it is a turning point, at least for me, in perspective. But it has also been a turning point in my motherhood, because all my children are now on the planet. One of them is entering teenager territory. Another is following fast in his footsteps. And my youngest child, my baby, is turning 3 next week. Having two adolescents in the house and closing in on eliminating diapers from my Amazon...

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40 Candles

Posted by on Nov 30, 2014 in Uncategorized | 7 comments

40 Candles

My family did not forget my birthday. Today, the morning of my 40th birthday, my parents called my cell phone at 8:29 AM and sang “Happy Birthday” to my voice mail while I tried desperately to squeeze in a few more moments of sleep (and, maybe, denial). My husband had the 6-year-old and the 2-year-old in the nearby family room of our rental house in North Carolina, where we are on vacation. They came bursting in the room about fifteen minutes later, bearing gifts: rocks from the gem mine we visited yesterday and a new gold...

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This Is Adolescence: 12

Posted by on Oct 29, 2014 in Uncategorized | 21 comments

This Is Adolescence: 12

It’s the legs that really kill me. At twelve, my oldest son’s face is still his face. Though his baby cheeks have hollowed and he now stands at my height, pointedly meeting my gaze when we argue, his eyes betray him every time: they still give me the face of the same baby I held in my arms twelve years ago, when I wondered for the first full year of his life if they would really stay blue. They did. But not much else has remained the same about that baby from so long ago (and yet yesterday?) now, especially his legs. His stocky...

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Five Parenting Rules My Mother Taught Me to Break

Posted by on Jun 8, 2014 in Uncategorized | 9 comments

Five Parenting Rules My Mother Taught Me to Break

In many ways, my childhood was completely conventional. My parents raised me in a two-story house in suburbia and sent me to public schools. I have one younger brother and a dog. My mom played team tennis and was president of the PTA, my dad was an attorney and came home every night from the office with a special treat he would pick up for me at 7-11 on the way home. But just because my childhood was conventional, at least on the surface, doesn’t mean it was boring. Nor does it mean that my parents were not layered and complicated...

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What I Would Like to Say to My Son’s Sixth Grade Teachers This Week

Posted by on May 22, 2014 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

  I can honestly say that sending my oldest child to middle school last fall was one of the more daunting tasks I have encountered as a mother. I know, I know – kids survive sixth grade every day, I’m being dramatic and ridiculous, and I need to get over myself already. But since the day he was born, I was kind of dreading sending him to middle school. I don’t think I speak for myself alone when I say middle school was pretty much a parade of horribles, what with the whole suddenly needing a bra, braces, zit cream, and maxi...

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Launch!

Posted by on Apr 7, 2014 in Uncategorized | 5 comments

Finally, I can announce some exciting news! Last January, Lindsey Mead came to me with her idea to gather ten writers to write about the different ages of childhood, from one-year-old toddlers to ten-year-old tweens. We found eight amazing writers to help us in this endeavor, and the results were “This Is Childhood.” Last summer, the editors of the esteemed Brain, Child magazine, Marcelle Soviero and Randi Olin, came to us with the idea of making the essays a book. They have since used the essays as a launching pad for a sort of...

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Never Say Never

Posted by on Apr 2, 2014 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

“I want a pet of my own,” 9-year-old Charlie stated one morning over his frozen waffle. I raised an eyebrow and tipped my head toward the giant designer puppy sitting in the corner of the room, remnants of someone’s Boba Fett figure still stuck in the hair on his chin. “No, I want something that is just mine,” Charlie clarified, shaking his head. “Like a gerbil, or a hamster.” I groaned. Over the years, as we added one small human being after another to our family until we had a grand total of four to...

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How We Write

Posted by on Mar 31, 2014 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

How We Write

My friend, the stealthily witty and sometimes devastatingly candid Jamie Krug, tapped me to participate in a blog tour exploring our writing process. I said yes without even seeing the questions, and once I saw them, I was a little intimidated. The past few months, I have felt quiet. I’ve sort of been in the midst of what I call “The Nothing,” a reference (of course!) to The Neverending Story, which I watched only about a million times as a child. Lost in the sea of everyday life and a freelance project that has dragged on...

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The Day Someone Threw Me a Rope

Posted by on Feb 23, 2014 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

  I can still remember where I sat on the floor in the room, the Southern California light pouring in that way it does, diagonally through the plate glass windows and bending through the blinds. There were about twelve of us sitting in a circle, leaning back against folding cushions, our knees popped up in front of us. Each of us held a fairly new babe in arms —  some nursing, some sleeping, some propped up on our legs trying hard to keep their eyes open or to produce an effective burp. The mothers surrounding me were different...

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This Is 39

Posted by on Feb 20, 2014 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

I am feeling my age. Age is a loaded word and concept, but in my case, what I mean is that I feel this year of 39 completely: this is not just another year in the life. When I was younger, the milestone birthdays seemed to be 13, 16, 18, and 21. I remember announcing what I believed to be the last of them at 25, a birthday I felt marked the beginning of when “everything counts” as well as my ability to finally rent a car on my own. But 39 has been a milestone too — maybe even more than 40 will be. I feel as if I am standing in a more...

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