Here’s a funny thing about the way I blog. The voice I write in when I blog is very different from emails I write. In emails I’m more relaxed, less organized, less planned. Funnier. My emails don’t contain carefully thought out paragraphs, or thought out beginnings, middles, and ends, although they usually have those things…
Category Archives: Motherhood
Are You Really Saving The Day?
A stream of consciousness post prompted by Mama Kat: Write about a time you or someone you know saved the day. Mothers save the day almost every day. At least it feels that way when I intervene in sibling squabbles (my challenge of the day). Or when I rush kids with broken limbs or appendicitis…
Just How Many Ways Can You Spin It?
Candy for breakfast just once? You’re just so mean. Daddy is just so much nicer. Just a little more playtime. I just have to finish this. Just a few more minutes. Just another five minutes. Just a minute. It’s just not fair. It’s just so boring. Just one more cookie. Just one more bite. I’m…
Privacy at Overnight Camp? Ha!
Caroline is away at her first summer of overnight camp for several weeks. I want her to love the experience. To get out of it everything that it offers. And I find myself wondering every day what she’s doing, what she’s experiencing. Bunk 1 was created to service all the parents like myself. For a…
Sweet Caroline
Dear Caroline, Have nine years really passed since I took this picture of you and the boys on the chilly San Francisco day that we brought you home? Our time with you at home is half over. In another nine years you’ll be leaving for college. But for now, you’re here, with me and Daddy…
When The Older Sister Goes On A Trip
When the older sister goes on a trip an extraordinary thing happens. This weekend it was just me and Katie. From Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. Just the two of us. We went to the beach. We stayed until five-o’clock. We ate pizza in front of the TV. We ate ice-cream while watching Good Luck…
Mostly Right
There are days when I feel like I’m doing things mostly wrong as a mother, when I yell, when I nag, when I get angry, when my expectations are unreasonable, when I’m too strict, too stern, when I don’t really listen. Then there are days when I know why I’m a mother. When I know…
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These are my stories about surviving Hollywood, parenting two girls, and relocating to Las Vegas from Los Angeles, all while consuming a lot of chocolate. -
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