Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off!

If I reach back into my memory, back before the kids and the husband, stretch past the boyfriends and the general debauchery that defined my twenties, strain past that first bittersweet taste of adulthood, I can just about remember what life was like as a teenage girl, how weighted with importance everything seemed. Back then, before…

Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

Last week I infiltrated a group of mothers in full-blown discussion.  The topic du jour was the expansive vocabulary among our current fourth graders, particularly vocabulary concerning the body and things that bodies do together.  Let’s talk about sex, baby;  at the lunch table, in the hallways, behind the covers of the math book.  I…

Let Me Tell You About the Birds and the Bees

When my eldest son was two and a half or so, our little family was running to catch a rush hour train at Union Square.  Fighting our way against the tide, my husband held our son tightly on his hip as he pushed forth down the stairs.  At some point midway down, my son exclaimed,…