It’s Mother’s Day. I’m writing this to you because that is what I said I wanted to do — write and sleep in. I’m keeping it low-key because Mother’s Day is the New Year’s Eve for middle-aged women — we expect it to be magical and it will never, ever live up to our…
Author: Dorothy Robinson
Diary, April 27: Hey! Where did I go?
Where did I go? I was really on a roll there, wasn’t I? Writing, working, momming, sending out a newsletter — I was really LEANING IN, as they say. (Actually, do they say that anymore or do we all hate Sheryl Sandberg now? I am out of the outrage loop!) In fact, I’m am out…
Diary, Nov. 25th: (Waffle) Church
Ah, church. We finally went today. I’ve been trying to go — really, I have — but to leave the house on the weekend with two little kids to make them do something we frankly really don’t want to do seemed like an impossible task. It’s hard enough to get out of the house to…
A little story about gloves
On Tuesday, the first really chilly day, I put a pair of nice, new gloves on Sam’s hands.* I bent down to look Sam in the eyes, so he would know I was serious. “Sam,” I said, “Do not lose these gloves.” He looked sweetly back into my Stern Mom Face™ and said,…
Top 10 Trader Joe’s Favorites
Hello friends. It’s your favorite influencer Dorothy. (That is a joke. I am far from an influencer. I am just a rapidly aging Suburban mom who likes to write now and again.) So! Because I have no stories of sickness to regale you with or whiny thoughts on being tired, I thought it would be…
The Great Bi-Annual Clothes Sorting Extravaganza
Do you ever do the fun thought exercise of what your family would do if you died? I do. It’s really a fun thing to think about. Try it! (Just kidding. Please keep pretending you will live until 93. It’s for the best.) Although I would like to think my family couldn’t possibly function without…
Diary, Sept. 18: A little (a lot) overwhelmed
Hello friends. I’m sorry i haven’t written in a bit. Things have been … extra… as the kids say. Work reorg (huge). New school year. Family obligations. Weekend travel. Swim lessons. Many, many days off for the kiddos due to Jewish holidays (not blaming you, my Jewish friends, but could you move the major holidays…
Diary, August 26th: Goodbye summer
We’ve reached the wild point of summer; things always seem slightly feral at this point of the year. Even the children are weedy. Their hair (although we just cut it) is long and wild; I feel like I’m cutting their fingernails every other day. Their summer clothes I bought 4 months ago are tight and…
Eye on the prize
I’ve been following the Harvard admissions lawsuit like 👀 . The Times articles on the subject (there are several) gives great insights into why Harvard accepts the people they do, besides academic achievement. It’s beautifully voyeuristic for the rest of us plebes who had to settle for Tier 2 universities. It’s also a world I…
Seltzers I’ve known and loved
I drink a lot — and I mean a lot — of seltzer. I’m not the only one. All of my mom friends slam seltzer big time. In an e-mail with a group of friends about a weekend group getaway we’re taking, I (somewhat) jokingly asked if 13 cases of seltzer would be enough for…
Parenting Pick: Alexa Alarm
The other day, before bedtime, I was doing dishes and cleaning up, per usual and my beautiful children were on the couch watching SUPER WHY!. While I was picking up yet another shoe, I looked at my children and thought, “Why am I doing this?” I dropped the shoe and said, “You’ve had a nice,…
Diary, August 8: The Shrug Days of Summer
I’ve reached the point of summer where all I do in regards to parenting is shrug.
The Tankini Files 