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 →
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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 →
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Nine People You’ll Meet on a Plane
I don't travel as much as many do. That said, I've spent a fair amount of time taxi-ing and learning the correct position to use if I hear "Brace. Brace." I've spent plenty of woman hours hurtling through the air with a bunch of strangers, angling for arm space and eking out some elbow room.... Continue Reading →
