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…

After Enlightenment, the Laundry

The other day, as my eldest son interrupted my conversation for the 4,587th time by tapping me incessantly and repeatedly saying “Mom! Mom! MOM! MOM!!, I snapped. Just a little. Ok, ok, somewhere between a little and a lot. As I explained to him for the 4,586th time that not every single thought or action needs…

Mom on the Shelf

My feelings about the season of Yule and its accompanying tidings of joy are well documented. It is only the beginning of October, Christmas is still three months away, yet ‘tis has started to precede ‘season‘, decorations are creeping into window displays, shopping countdowns have started. The season is bearing down upon me with the…

I Just Sat Down! (And Other Examples of Parent’s Law)

On any given day, I spend what feels like ten hours a day in the kitchen. Washing, chopping, buttering, wiping, stirring and attempting not to burn myself with the torn oven mitt I keep meaning to replace. Organizing, folding, standing in front of the refrigerator trying to remember what it was I came to get. Whatever…