A letter to our devoted readers during COVID-19.

Dear Meet the Otts Readers, I just wanted to send this message to let you know how we are handling COVID-19. It has been quite the year-long week of life upsets and changes, and we want you to rest assured that we are handling it all with you in mind. Here are just a few things we are doing to protect you and stay sanitary during this unprecedented crisis. 1. We will not go viral. I assure you,...


My Spinning Thoughts: A Moment in Time During COVID-19

I am taking control of COVID-19 fears the way I best know how—by reading everything good sources on the Internet have to offer. Every time my husband mentions something about the Coronavirus, I have at least five facts to either support or debunk what he has said from the various things I’ve read that day. I know more about mortality rates and “epi-” vs. “pan-” and the...


Valentines Confessions: My Son Teaches Me Something About Valentines

When I was in elementary school, Valentines Day was one of my favorite school days of the year. I remember picking out my design based on what I liked, what it said about me, and which would elevate my likability to the boys in my class—Lisa Frank, Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny. Then, when I got home and opened the selected package, spreading the 4 designs on the table, I would read the messages on...


Why This Is Pretty Much My Favorite Age

When my babies were babies, I remember believing that each age they reached was my very favorite age. Despite the sleep issues and needs and diapers, the eventual tantrums and whines, the never-ending potty training—oh, the potty training!—the sibling fights, the mistakes made long after they should “know better,” the potty training accidents that were still happening into elementary...


A Midsummer with Big Kids

We are in the thick of summer, and it’s going much better than last year. Last June, we had moved to a new town and knew no one and nothing. I thought we’d spend the summer finding kids, meeting neighbors, establishing roots, settling in. I thought summer would be a great time to move, to give that extra few months to make it feel like home. But when pull a picture from my memory file from...


We Represent the Lullaby League from the Bathroom Floor

When you learn about Shakespeare, one of the first things they teach you is how to easily distinguish between a comedy and a tragedy. In order to entertain, both may have jokes or moments that pull at your tears, but the easiest way to distinguish is to stick around to the end. In comedies, the main characters live. In tragedies, they don’t. In high school, I loved theater. I had done...


Organize Your Garbage: In which I Am Done with Social Media Nonsense

Can we say, “enough already”? Is it time? I thought this when I opened my email this morning to find an article called “10 Garage Organization Ideas That Will Change Your Life.” If having a Pinterest worthy garage “changes my life,” my life must suck. Either that, or I’ve entirely lost a grip on reality. Either the garage that holds all my outside stuff and tools just fine, thank you...


The Puppy Monster: In Which a Yeti is Invited to Live with Us

Last year at Disney, one of our favorite rides was Everest. On the ride, you wind around a mountain chased by a Yeti. We affectionately called the ride Yeti, and decided it would make a great dog name. We just needed a dog to go with it. Vivvi and husband Wally had been pining for a dog ever since our golden retriever passed a few years ago. Wally Ben had enjoyed the break—even though he was...


The Soccer Mom: Notes from the Sidelines

We are driving to my son’s soccer game, and my husband eyes him in the rearview mirror. “How many goals are you going to score today?” he asks. He is doing what has become a bit of a pre-game motivating ritual. Usually the answer is bursting from Wally Ben’s lips before the question is done being asked. “2!” he might say. Or on an especially exciting day, maybe when breakfast has...


Let’s Talk about Sex, Babies. About Giving My 6 and 9 Year Olds the Talk

The phone call came in at around 7:45AM. I had just seen my babies off on the bus from my usual spot—a couch in our living room placed in the perfect position to see the corner across the street where they are picked up every day. I usually grab my coffee, sit there, and wave when required (because for some reason, me sitting in a room in my 1st grader’s sight-range makes me a celebrity who...