(Max wants me to state very clearly that he would never do something like this… He does however refuse to wear his coat half the winter.)
Forget about children. Adults are beastlier, having gained independence from parental control, the right to inebriate ourselves with all kinds of drugs, the American privilege of adding lethal weapons to our toy collections, and a whole bunch of advantages that
Ten-year-old Max has been hankering for a kitten. He says my place is lonely with just the two of us. I keep considering it. I do like cats. Max has a cat already at his other apartment with his dad. Her name
I am mommy-blogging today. I like playing with food. This Whatever Wednesday post is inspired by an old journal entry of mine from April 14, 2007 (Max was 2): We made “play dough” cookies the other day—brightly colored cookie dough to sculpt
Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love. -Lao Tsu I resolve to be a kinder person. It’s not so much a New Year’s Resolution as it is a general goal. I admire
May you find the spirit of the season in unexpected places and faces. Warmest wishes to you and your families.
(God help you, Santa.)
I thought that ages 12 and 13 would be years of great transition in my child. I was surprised that adolescence actually seems to start at 10, where girls take delight in complaining about the introduction of bras (“sports brackets”