This morning I was looking for my eyelash curler and found myself in my daughter’s bathroom drawers opening and closing drawers filled to the brim with powders, pencils, compacts and brushes. There were grocery store brands, Sephora brands and a smattering of Chanel (I know the way to my daughter’s heart) and I started doing
A few years ago a mom was telling me that her talk with her 18 year old daughter included, “Don’t drink too much.” And she’d go on to explain that her daughter was about to go to college anyhow and it wasn’t like she could control her in college. I gasped hearing this as my
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.
Recently I wrote about why I won’t be friending my children on Facebook and the rules of our house. I wrote about why kids don’t need adult friends online and access to our children. The backlash was swift and severe. People just don’t agree with me and, as usual, I’m totally okay with that. I
Jane is twelve. This autumn she will be thirteen and I’m pretty sure what we’re experiencing here is not unique. The elementary school years were pretty easy, there were no big upheavals, just a bit of mean girl behavior in third grade that got nipped in the bud, but nothing monumental. Sixth grade was pretty