Moms Have Demands!

Moms Have Demands!

I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I come back. There’s a giant dog where I should be. I haven’t left for long–I don’t need more than thirty seconds to pee. The dog was lying in wait. “That’ll teach her to...
Parents Unite! You DO Have Power!

Parents Unite! You DO Have Power!

My son will hate me when he grows up. All kids hate their parents, but mine’s discovered The Blog. He can read now. He sneaks up behind me just as silently as when he’s trying to steal my passwords and says, “MOMMY, are you BLOGGING about...

Snuggly Boys Take All the Room

He’s in my bed again, that cuddly, snuggly boy. Cuddly, snuggly boys take up all the room. They grab the blankets, they kick, and they sometimes laugh in the middle of the night–great big cackly laughs like they’ve found perfect happiness. I’d...
“Just Sit.”  Why Moms Can’t Meditate

“Just Sit.” Why Moms Can’t Meditate

The doctor grounded me. “Relax.  Meditate,” he said.  “Or go walking.” I miss running.  I’ve been trying to meditate instead, but it’s not the same. I’m not good at sitting still.  Maybe it’s ADHD or my bad-athlete...