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…

On being tired ALL the time

When I was young and heard news reports of elderly people dying because of the heat in the summer, I would think, “How in the world does THAT happen?” Now I know.

KEYED UP

I realized I’m pretty much constantly “on edge” around my kids every single time we’re in public together without Nat.

Are moms really superheroes? Or nah?

Sam and I were driving in the car today when I asked him what kind of superhero power he would love the most. “I think I’d want to fly,” he said. He then asked what mine would be. Without hesitation, I said: “I want to simply think of the food items we need and have…

I will do anything for my kids … except chaperone

Meatloaf once sang “I will do anything for love, but I won’t do that.” For me, “that” in regards to my children, means, “go on a field trip as a chaperone.” Since he could talk, Sam has been after me about being a chaperone on a field trip. Tomorrow, he has a field trip where…

When did straws become the enemy?

When did straws become so bad? I was just living my life, working, raising my family, paying $20 to have someone walk my dog around the block, forgetting to write thank you notes, and then I hear on the radio New York City is proposing a ban on plastic straws. (WNYC is really going to…

Stealth baby showering and the will of women

  Nat and I threw a baby shower today for our friend Jessie and her husband Marco. (Apparently, as this is their third, it should be known as a “baby sprinkle.” I did not know this was a real term? How am I even a real woman?) Baby showers (sprinkles?) aren’t really my thing, but…

No. More. Dry. Cleaning.

I was in a meeting last week and I looked down at my blazer (because blazers = profesh!) and noticed it was COVERED in dog hair. And maybe some dried yogurt stains. And maybe some dog hair actually IN the dried yogurt stains. And I kind of laughed and took it off and threw it…