I recently spent the good part of an hour explaining to the clerk at a public health clinic why I only had proof of income for my husband. I needed an aching cavity filled pronto, and the clinic down... Read more >>

Yesterday was the first day of school and my girl was completely prepared. In fact, she’s been ready to roll since 4:30 a.m. Monday, when she was up—and dressed—to meet her teacher.... Read more >>

I was diagnosed with cancer when I was twenty-five; my baby girl at the time was two, going on three. I was told I had breast cancer. I didn’t want to believe it. I was only twenty-five; I felt... Read more >>

Every Friday my son Sean and I skip breakfast at home and stop at a coffee shop on the way to school. At first we started out just stopping by to get a coffee for me, muffin for him on days when I was... Read more >>

Burping, tooting, diaper-filling, drooling little charmers! Just when you sit down to regenerate what brain cells you have left, there they are with another need or want for you to fulfill! Just when... Read more >>

Dada.  Yeah. You heard me. That was my son’s first word. The big one. The one that everyone asks about, and the one that’s inevitably followed by the... Read more >>

This weekend I had a soul-shattering, earth-rattling, ego-smashing moment of gagtastic midlife epiphany. It doesn’t matter how good a hair-day you’re having how well-applied... Read more >>

A friend of mine tagged me in a note on Facebook. She conducted an interview with her seven-year-old son and suggested I do the same. I did—but my experiment evolved … My sister was... Read more >>

My six-year-old and I get in our daily morning debates before school. This rainy Monday in late fall was no exception. I tell him to wear the raincoat. “Zipper it,” I say. “I... Read more >>

Sputtering cry, not quite yet More like a wail. Stand by the door, is it time? The siren sounds, full alarm. Snoring bear pauses, mid-snore. It’s time. Arms stretching, reaching. Eyes... Read more >>