Big Sisters are the Crab Grass on the Lawn of Life

When my sister and I were young, we held dance recitals in our basement.  Together with friends we would set up a line of metal folding chairs and string up an old sheet to use as a curtain.  We’d fetch the battery operated tape recorder and don old dance costumes or plain, pink leotards; tap…

Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200

School vacations are another one of those life events that are romanticized and idealized, filmed in soft focus and edited to make them look great.  What a great time to relax and unwind, to let the kids hang out in their pjs all day, to let them just play.  A week free of schedules and…

O Brother where art thou?

I made the right sacrificial offering to the Parental Karma Gods That Be when my boys were young.  Neither boy was a biter, a pusher, a smacker.  There was rarely a sandbox altercation to break up and even temper tantrums, the proper ones where you feel the eye of every adult burning into your soul…

The Heartbreak Kid

When I was pregnant with my second son, I had all the normal worries that any mom of an only has.  Would my heart expand like all the books said it would?  Would my firstborn hate me forever?  Would we be pilfering our pension funds to pay therapy bills for the rest of our lives?…