No More “Cookie Mom”

I’m baking for the bake sale. Declan’s school has a table at the Scituate Art Festival. This is my first opportunity to raise money for the elementary school. I’m not good at fundraising but on days where I pay attention, I can cook. On days I...

Blame Someone Else Today!

It’s ten o’clock. I’ve put the boy to bed. I’ve cuddled. I’ve kissed and hugged. I’ve discussed the meaning of life. Now, I’m sitting with my tea and a book. Stomp, stomp, stomp. A little face appears in the threshold....

How a Rhombus Ruined my Relaxation

“Mom!” I can see we’re going to have the nightly bed struggle. I just sat down, fantasizing about relaxation. “I put you to bed, get back there.” “But I made you a rhombus,” said Declan, extending a white rhombus of paper. Oh,...