Volunteer Rehab

My little guy and I were talking about something the other night when he turned and asked, “Mom, why don’t you ever volunteer for anything for me?” “What do you mean, dude?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant. I could smell where this conversation was going. “You, like, never help out at myRead more…

The Beginning of the End

Sometimes, the moments strike when you least expect them. Right when you’re sitting there, in the third row of the high school auditorium chatting with another mom while both your daughters, now seniors, sit onstage and wait to be inducted into some honor society that will look good on their college resumes. You’re sitting andRead more…

Insulting Things Said to Me Over Dinner

“Hey Mom, quick question,” said my 11-year old son last night as we were sitting down to a late dinner, “but, can you still have babies?” I paused shoveling the forkful of quinoa-stuffed pepper into my mouth, looked at him and said, “Uh, yes.” “WHAT?????!!!!!” he responded, apparently amazed that such a miracle could occur toRead more…