mommy math

I have a confession to make: although I purport to be this harried mother-of-four – making a sandwich with one hand while blogging with the other — the truth is that over the last nine months two of those kiddos have been far away at school. The brother and sister are back-to-back grade-wise so heRead more…

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impulse control

My ex-husband used to tell the funniest story about the day his parents got new barstools when he was a kid. This was the Seventies, when installing a bar in your basement and hanging a dartboard just steps away from your washing machine seemed not only relaxing, but logical. My ex’s parents were teachers andRead more…

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dear sheryl

Dear Sheryl, OMG, I totally love Tina, too! I read Bossypants once and listened to it, like, three times on long drives. I even let my then-9-year-old son listen along, which I’m aware is incredibly inappropriate, but I can’t help but hope that some of Tina’s funny, feminist wisdom seeped into his budding male psyche.Read more…

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knocked up

Everybody’s good at something. For instance, my neighbor Susan makes delicious cupcakes, my friend Kathy is a really fast runner and my ex-husband shovels snow like, well, nobody’s business. I am really good at getting pregnant. Seriously, it just comes naturally to me. My ex just had to give me a sexy look and nineRead more…

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No, I am Not Winking at You

In the last 24 hours, I have Googled the following terms: “impetigo,” “hard cat poop” and “mesothelioma.” It goes without saying that the visual horror unleashed by the first two terms is something that will stay seared in my memory banks for the rest of my life. But it’s clear that I’ve got a lotRead more…

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