Small Talk
I’m either in jeans and a sweatshirt or a little black dress. Or jeans and a black tee shirt. Or … Continue reading Small Talk
I’m either in jeans and a sweatshirt or a little black dress. Or jeans and a black tee shirt. Or … Continue reading Small Talk
Think of all the time and energy bullies spend being obsessed with their victims. Think of all of the energy … Continue reading A short essay on bullies
I went upstairs to my son’s room. “What’s up?” “Love you mom.” “Love you too. What did you need?” “Nothing. … Continue reading Home for the Holidays (and quiet conversations)
I’m continuing the Vampire Maman Christmas Story Fest with this tale from my friend Mandy White. “We’re Not so Different” can also … Continue reading We’re Not so Different
This morning my husband Teddy asked me if our sixteen year old Clara was interested in any boys at school. … Continue reading Seriously in LIKE
We didn’t talk much on the way to school because Clara was busy counting all the loose change that was … Continue reading Black lace and absolutely not.
“Hey Mom, remember when that kid caught his hair on fire…” “July 4th. You were, what, five?” “It was crazy. … Continue reading Fireworks.
Warning: I’m going to get a little rude for a bit. There are no psycho moms from Hell in High … Continue reading Bad Moms. And school was good this year.