Rebecca has lots to be proud of her son, Avery, but nothing makes us happier when we see kids growing and thriving during science, technology, engineering, and math opportunities at Ys across the country. This is her son's Y. His camera. His story. more
We’re remembering all the fallen soldiers this Memorial Day. It’s also a nice time to relax with friends and family and maybe some encased meats. Holidays in general make me pause and take stock – of my life, of time, of my world.
My daughter is only five months old, but warnings to savor this time come uninvited from both friends and strangers. “They’ll be off to college in a blink.” “The longest shortest time.” I get the ‘longest’ part. In the middle of the night when she wakes up for another straight hour on the hour, those afternoons when we’re circling the block again to not wake her. more
I read an article yesterday about how just the act of worrying makes people miserable. Great! Now I can add the effect of worrying to my list of worries!
If you asked me a year ago if I was a worrier, I would have said no. Definitively no. I know that I can’t predict or avoid the pitfalls, and there will be pitfalls, so I don’t (usually) spend time on them before I have to. more
If you’re horrified that your child is tasting their way through the world, rest assured that someone else’s child has already been there.
Do I detect notes of goat, onion, and cumin in your armpit?
Escape from it all for Memorial Day! ('All’ but people; expect them to be everywhere!)
Mommying is constant. There’s no way around it. Even when you’re not actively with your kids, you’re thinking about them, worrying about them, planning for them… you get it, you’re living it!
We have to be whole to be able to give to others more
Last week was Screen-Free Week. I didn’t notice because my eyes were on the prize: Mother’s Day, the best day of all.
Now that the mommy merriment has simmered down, I’m catching up on other things discussed in Internetland, which (paradoxically) included Screen-Free Week.
I have hippy tendencies that bob to the surface but are usually whack-a-moled by my competing love of convenience. Communal living tiny houses (now with movement status), minimal personal hygiene (this one gets tempered pretty quickly by The Spouse and lingering looks from strangers), and a macrobiotic diet have all been suppressed for now. more more
Somehow I knew I would do the gross stuff. I knew I’d put my daughter’s boogers in my pocket. I knew I’d do the taboo stuff. Our child was going to sleep in our bed. What I didn’t envision was more basic. more
Unless you're a professional chef or work in the back of a restaurant, it may be quite near impossible to separate your hectic schedule at work from the bustle in the kitchen. For many working moms, there's little time (or energy) to cook up a storm once you walk in the front door. more