Enjoy it while it lasts: Some thoughts on motherhood.

We have 12 women in our book club, and eight of them have had babies since we started two years ago. It seems like every time we meet, someone new is announcing they are pregnant and someone else is absent because they are home with their new little ball of joy. The four of us who have not had a baby are now looking at each other with shifty eyes wondering which sorry one of us will be the next...


The Day in which the Bird from a 6 Year Old Was Acceptable

I am working at my computer at my new desk downstairs and the kids are playing behind me. Up until a few weeks prior, I had been working on the couch in the TV room, computer on my lap, back aching. When I worked there, the kids were constantly within an arm’s reach. They were always quiet—at the threat of death-by-no-dessert—but I wanted a space that could be my own, where little kid...


The Case of the Candy Explosion: A Story of Kindness

“When is the movie going to start?” Vivvi turned to me and asked. “It’s not a movie,” I remind her. We were sitting in orange plastic chairs as we waited in the brightly colored music room of the local middle school for their production of Aladdin Jr. to start. Vivvi had never been to see live theater before, so she had no idea what she was getting into. “It’s real people,” I said....


My Quest for My New Best Friend

A testimonial as read at the First Presbyterian Church of Glen Ellyn’s Women’s Day Apart, on Friendship. Last Sunday afternoon I found myself staring out the window of a very slow moving car full of 4 other women, racing slowly, so slowly toward the Denver International Airport for flights home that at least one of us was certainly going to miss. We had left with plenty of time to get...


Family Olympics: Let the games begin!

“We are gathered here again,” I begin. “To mark the beginning of another year.” Three sober faces stare back at me, hanging on my every word. “As usual, we will mark this special day with a series of challenges. We will all experience the glory of dominating a challenge or two, and we will fail with extreme gusto in others. We will encourage one another, lift one another up. We will...


One Way or Another: A Christmas Story

I went to pick Wally V up from his Sunday morning class after our church service last Sunday. “Do you want to go home and get ready?” I asked. He looked at me and burst into tears, “My head hurts!” he balled. I escorted him through the crowds and to the car, feeling like a bad mom for not having noticed he might be sick. You see, it was all working out perfectly, according to my plan....


Adventures of an Underage Mom

I am in line at the grocery store after successfully navigating all of the aisles for the 6 things I needed to gather for that evening’s dinner. I say 6, and by 6 I mean 10, which is 9 away from the 19 that my seven-year-old son Wally guessed I would end up with when I told him my very small list included only 6 items and could he and his sister please just stay with me without tears or...


Consider the water: on the weight of the things happening around us

I have been feeling a little…down lately. I look outside and a quote from Moby Dick comes to mind—a damp and drizzly November in my soul. I’m not sure if it’s something big and universal—the actual weather, the political climate and the mass media’s big spotlight on hate, the inexplicable violence we wage against others—or if it’s that, plus some small personal...


My New Plan to Kill the To Do List

My parents and in-laws occasionally take the kids for a few days so that we can, well, not have our kids for a few days. When this happens, I do crazy things like watch HBO at 8 am, and grocery shop without scolding, and yell across the house “Do you want ice cream?” at some moment after 8 pm. So to translate, if you are in your pre-child, DINK, or adult children phase of...


The 5 Kids You Meet at Kindergarten Drop Off

It’s that time of year—herds of tearful parents, armed with cameras phones, will soon be shepherding their 4-foot-tall humans to the doors of a school that the kids will remember forever as bigger than life itself. It seems like only yesterday that they donned preschool cardboard graduation caps and celebrated the successful learning of their ABCs without biting, spitting, or mooning the...