Mommy Blogging from Virgin Airlines @35,000 Feet

There are bruises on my shin because the six year old next to me ¬†fidgets and squirms. I don’t care at all, I miss my own two so much I can no longer be kind to adults. I need to get back to my kids. I can’t stop thinking about the 140 Conference. I took … Read more

My Kids Never Hit First But They Always Hit Hardest

I’m a pragmatic woman, and that’s translated into my parenting. My son is seven and my daughter is ten. In ten years of parenting I have not uttered the words “don’t hit”. In our family the mantra is “don’t hit first”. If you hit hardest, it’s entirely likely I’ll take you out for ice cream. … Read more

She Smelled Like Urine and We Ate Slow Roasted Goat In Silence

One of my great pleasures as a housewife is lunch. Lunch is a silent affair eaten off my Grandmother’s Rosenthal China if I’m home, or if I go out it’s typically to an ethnic restaurant where the tab is $10 or less, the sanitation may be questionable, and the food is authentic. Last week I … Read more

Colorado Ski Vacation: Where I Finally Ski

As the antibiotics kick in and Alexander’s fever subsides we start having a little fun. The kids disappear into the snow and build forts. We caution them to stick together, but there is no lecture about the homeless guy on Ventura or the speed of cars. Instead we worry about boots falling off or spats … Read more