Big Friend, Little Friend, and I celebrated the Fourth in a typically American way: eating traditional Iranian sandwiches. Actually, for a couple of hours this morning, I was planning on…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Geraniums nodded in wrought iron window boxes. High heels tapped on cobblestones. Chocolate shavings curled atop decadent desserts. A gold-painted mime struck a pose and froze for ten, twenty, thirty,…
I’m currently on a little high from buying kid’s swimsuits. Particularly suits that are adorable AND make my life easier. While I love the chlorine fumes, summer radio, snack bar, damp towel days with the best of them, I can’t say I relish the soggy, overpriced swim diapers that are a toddler pool requisite. Luckily, Flap Happy swimsuits have provided me a solution to…
“Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama!” The pitifully trilled words tripped over themselves tumbling down stairs and pulled me away from writing before a full sentence had a chance to click…
Quick stops are the key. Run in, run out. Quick. Before the sippy cup goes flying or the stroller harness gets too tight or the credit card is given away…
It’s finally happened. I am THAT mom. You know, the one with THAT kid. The kid who slaps then pushes another sweet baby-cheeked toddler at library storytime. Did I really…