You Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think it Means What You Think It Means.

Every generation of parents adds its own entires to the Great Dictionary of Parenting. In the 80s it was “latch-key kid”, in the 90s, “play-date” and “time-out”. The naughties saw a slew of them: BPA-free, uber-boober, attachment parenting, free-range kids, sancti-mommy, inappropriate. Inappropriate is one of those words parents started using instead of bad. Because…

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Recently I chaperoned my son’s 1st grade class on a field trip to an art museum. We marched, two by two toward the train and two by two on the fifteen minute walk from train to museum (this is Denmark, we walk, no chartered, cushy busses for us). As we tripped along I tried to…

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…

The Dog Ate My Libido

It is quality rather than quantity that matters. —Lucius Annaeus Seneca Except when it come to sex. —Husbands everywhere If you believe what you see and hear, marriage isn’t sexy.  Somewhere between going to the chapel and the exchange of gold bands, life stops being a sensual affair and becomes a matronly one.  It is as…