When the first note–the wrong note–soared out of her violin, I stopped breathing. She stood in front of the audience of strangers, of other children fingering violins, guitars, and piano music, and…
Category: <span>Parenting</span>
Christmas cookies taste like security. When I was growing up, my grandmother made sure all of our festive cookie needs were met with a dash and panache of silver and…
I still have five point harness car seats in my life. This is how I console myself when my three-year-old who wears five-year-old clothing crawls into my arms, and I…
I made a terrible suggestion the other day. A suggestion that caused immediate tears. Shrieking. The sounds of someone’s eyeball being slowly gouged out by a dull pencil. I suggested…
Hope is often unhappy. Like the hope that surfaced at my bedside at 4:30 am. It was a choral hope in the form of two pajamaed bodies singing in unison,…
My hair is an electrocuted halo. I screech like a teenage demon who has pounded three too many knock-you-flat cocktails of hormones-social life disaster-sibling rivalry. The instigating problem is the Little Sister. And…