One of my dearest friends did me a favor and married a wonderful man named Adam Krauss. Adam, now a father of two, writes at his own blog, MuchAdo, though not often enough for my liking. It’s like he has a full-time job or something. Whatever. I asked Adam to write a post for me,…
Author: Allison Slater Tate
I am now a monthly columnist for a Canadian parenting magazine, The Mom & Caregiver, found online at www.themomonline.com. This month, I wrote about a moment that reminded me to stop, slow down, and extend a little bit of grace to my fellow moms and dads. We all need a little grace sometimes. I hope…
Every day at school car line pick-up, the boys tumble into the minivan, all backpacks and legs and mops of slightly sweaty hair, and they crowd around the baby’s carseat. “LUCY!” “Look at me, Lucy!” “Who’s the cutest baby in the whole wide world, Lucy? It’s YOU! It’s YOUUUUU!” For eight months, the boys have…
I’ve seen the new film adaptation of Les Miserables twice now. I’m definitely a card-carrying Les Mis fan, spanning back to my first family trip to New York City when I was a ‘tween. We stayed at then-brand new Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square, and my dad sent me and my mother to front-row…
Tomorrow begins 2013, much to the Mayans’ surprise and mine. I am a little shocked to find myself here, with that big number to write on checks and paperwork. I’m 38 years old, an age I didn’t even attempt to imagine when I was little because it was *so old*, and yet I somehow still…
Earlier this week, I went out after I put the baby down to sleep. I drove to Lowe’s to look at washers (because a household with four children and a broken washer is a very scary place to live). The poinsettia plants were half-off and wilting from their perches outside the store; the Christmas tree…
I wrote the words below after the tragic murders of two children earlier this fall. Since I heard the news of the shootings and deaths of 20 elementary school children yesterday at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, I cannot stop thinking we all fell off the tightrope yesterday. The unspoken contract we have…
This morning, my husband dropped my oldest son at school early for a student council meeting. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him. I dropped my youngest son at school next. He scampered out of the car and was off with his friends before I could say anything. I took my middle…
Earlier this week, I published an older post from an earlier time in my motherhood career in which I talked about a day when I failed as a mother, reflecting that I knew I would fail again, but hoping that my kids will be okay anyway. Days later, Amy Morrison published a post on Huffington…
Over on Facebook, we are talking about all things holiday. One of my very favorite things about winter and Christmas is baking. I don’t like to cook, but I do like to bake. I only really make time to bake during the holidays, though. Because I live in Florida, it almost feels like blasphemy to…