When I heard the news that a scion of our school, the original impetus for Greta the Guru, was packing up and moving at the end of term, I was at a momentary loss. It felt like our community was losing it's wise, information-rich Yoda. Then I got to thinking (always a dangerous prospect): when it... Continue Reading →
Nine People Yule Meet During the Holidays
Jolly Holly. Holly puts her green and rose-colored glasses on before Halloween rolls around. By mid-November she's decked the halls, the walls, and glitter balled the entire place into a winter wonderland. She is so freaking jolly about donning her gay apparel and rocking around the Christmas tree that sometimes you want to punch her... Continue Reading →
Nine Dads You’ll Meet at the Playground
Don't worry Moms, I wasn't going to let the Dads off the hook. My firstborn was a NYC kid until the age of four. Tiny apartments and no backyards = a lot of time spent in the playground. A LOT. Things didn't change much when we moved abroad. The playgrounds in Cyprus were dusty, the... Continue Reading →
Nine Moms You’ll Eventually Meet
If it takes roughly 10,000 hours to become a master of something, then I am approaching Yoda levels of parenting. While I've been racking up those Master Jedi mothering skills, I've come across a few doozies along the way. Most of us dangle a finger or toe in the waters of stereotype. Many have had moments... Continue Reading →