I’m headed to Sydney in a few short hours. Here are my worries in no particular order: Alexander will miss me Jane will not miss me I’ll forget to look right and get run over by car While I’m bleeding the street a poisonous snake will get me Neither child will use facial soap and
I went to elementary school in Manhattan Beach. California had the best schools in the country and Manhattan Beach had some of the best schools in the state. Every morning my mother would leave the house about 15 minutes before us and head East to Watts in order to teach her students. My classrooms were
This happened. The more I asked people what the Bachelors Ball is the more they freaked out on me and ran away. FYI The Bachelor’s Ball is oddly white. LA is not a WASPy town so it was really strange to see a hundred white folks dressed in costumes in February. The costumes weren’t the
I’m looking at who the mom bloggers are and, well, let’s face it, those of us who have been in the space a while are sort of fading away. I almost never write about my kids (which isn’t really much of a change) but I’m writing less and less about motherhood, which is a change.
My daughter receives a compliment and her response is to smile and say “Thank You.” Sometimes her voice even goes up an octave but she is never self deprecating. My son refused to take a week off of school to accompany me to Australia. After thinking it through for a few days he simply stated, “Mom,