Gay with a Small g Means Happy.

The boy and I went to the movies after raiding a store for snacks. Smuggling food is fun. Paying double-digits for stale GMO-popped grains swimming in chemical “butter” is not fun. Food concealed, we bought tickets and sat down. I’d been warned by...

For the Love of Money

My kid loves money. He loves money more than the federal government does. He walks around playing with his money. Talking to it, putting it in containers and carrying it with him. Last night he was watching movies with his money–he sat on top of it in a laundry...

Don’t Need to “Get a Sweater”

The wood stove is on. Rural New England’s got “the-leaves-have-turned” chill that sparks my competitive spirit. It’s five degrees colder than urban New England where the collective effects of the sun beating off the black pavement and all the...

I Can Do Anything I Want

“Mom, you can’t do that!” Um, yes, I can. It seems like I, once again, made an executive parenting decision that was unpopular to the crowd. Too bad. I started to think. I just turned 42. There is a whole host of things I can do now. In fact, I can...