I had my first garage sale over the weekend. It was beyond exhausting, but what surprised me the most was emotional part. I was not prepared for it. It was like watching “This is Your Life” except that greedy strangers appear and snatch up your memories and haggle over them. There was this one… Read More Garage Sale of a Lifetime
I need to put my small-town business aside for a moment to talk about the passing of Tim Russert. I’m so sad about it. I seem to be taking it personally — and it’s not just because he’s been so integral to my Sunday morning ritual. It’s more than that. I come from this crazy, politically charged… Read More A Brief Aside on Tim Russert
School is out. Thank god. I can’t take any more crazy school-mom mania. The overachieving moms get me all worked up with their uber involvement and super fabulousness. The closer we get to the last day, the harder they organize, schedule, and plan. I am so not made that way, and I get really grumpy… Read More Some Summer Things to Do
When we first moved here, I didn’t know what a Hosta was. My new neighbor, Karen, told me. That first spring, still stunned by the loss of my career, I looked out at my new yard and felt helpless and stupid. I was lonely, bored and completely overwhelmed with all the little green shoots popping up, taunting… Read More A Tale of Two Gardens
There’s this thing about a mother’s intuition. We’re supposed to listen to it right? Not too long ago, a new family moved into JCrewville. They are young with two cute kids. I’ve talked to the mother several times. She seems sweet and church-going. I’ve been careful to watch my language around her. Other than a little small talk however, I haven’t… Read More One Mother of a Playdate
My daughter Caroline recently informed us she was adopted. Apparently she used to live with her “First Family” until they were “killed and eaten by a deer”. Now, she’s announced, she “has to live with us”. I think she’s mostly okay with this fate, although occasionally we’ll be going somewhere and she’ll comment nostalgically “Yeah, I used to… Read More Beware of Killer Deer
My daughter, Caroline, has a new pet stick. Denied any real pets in our house, she now takes inanimate objects under her wing. This week, it’s a big stick. Her benevolence is adorable as she cuddles her orphan stick broken off cruelly from the mother tree and left alone in the grass. And it is cold… Read More See Stick Run.