Schoolhouse Rock

Like many expat kids, my boys attend an international school. And while it has rubrics and complicated assessments instead of grades and smart boards instead of chalk, it is a school in the most traditional sense. There are students and teachers and classrooms. There are principals and secretaries and forms. There are discordant recorder sounds… Read More Schoolhouse Rock

No One Likes a Smart Ass, and Other Words of Wisdom for my Middle Schooler

My son graduated from 5th grade this week. Sayonara primary, hello middle school. There were speeches and a song, recollections and recommendations. Come August, they’ll be chucked into the murky waters of middle school to swim with the big fish. That’s right, chickadees: in eight short weeks your macaroni art and phonetic spelling primary school… Read More No One Likes a Smart Ass, and Other Words of Wisdom for my Middle Schooler

Move Over White Privilege, Make Way for Wife Privilege

Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock, you’ve likely seen the flurry of articles and responses regarding Wednesday Martin’s new book, Primates of Park Avenue. The focus for many has been the ‘wife bonus’. At the core of the argument is the scorching contention that a woman earning a bonus for services rendered knocks organized feminism back… Read More Move Over White Privilege, Make Way for Wife Privilege

Sticks and Stones

Dear Boys, For some inexplicable reason I still can’t fathom, when I was in high school the term du jour for a pretty girl was muffin. At the top of this confectionary food chain, reserved for the prettiest of the pretty, the cheerleadiest of the cheerleaders, was blueberry muffin. Even more inexplicable than the baked good… Read More Sticks and Stones