Towards the end of the school year, social media was upsetting me. I wasn’t proud of this, but all of the honors nights and academic awards made me sad. I know it is completely appropriate that parents are proud of their excellent students and want to post about their achievements.They didn’t do anything wrong. It
As I was gathering up our supplies for the beach, my 16 year old daughter and one of her best friends came out of their bedroom wearing bikinis. They looked like the fabulous athletes that they are. I stood there in my Lands’ End bathing suit blinking at them. It was like we weren’t the
I first heard the story from a pastor in New Orleans. As a mom of black children, I hoped it wasn’t true. As a white person, though, I kind of knew in my bones that it was true. It’s a pretty well documented story. After Hurricane Katrina, there were people stranded in a mixed-income,
It wasn’t her fault that I really didn’t like her. She was all sinewy and lean. Well, maybe some of it was her fault. She was being really loud, carrying on about how much she loved nut butters. This young woman at the gym was talking to a dude who was fascinated by her.
Our twin girls are nothing alike. Elizabeth only notices things that are sparkly, shiny, or animal-print. Katie watches everyone like a hawk and does not miss any details. She can read a room like nobody’s business and usually has a list of follow-up questions. Raising a child like Katie can be both enlightening and exhausting,