The Night the Ghastly Ghouls Appeared: A Pureé Poem

The night the Ghastly Ghouls Appeared The house was silent, and I feared The blender’s cry would pierce the ear As I pureéd.   The Baby Bullet’s frightful face Took on a sneer, seemed out of place It watched me move all o’er the place As I pureéd.   There came behind me quite a […]

Planting Trees with the Boys

Almost every time that my boys are playing in the backyard, the Los Angeles sun beats down on us. I feel a pang of regret that we didn’t plant more shady trees when we first moved into our house…5 years ago. We did plant some ornamental trees but they do little for us during this […]

Back to Daycare

Seeing how my daughter is only two, and isn’t in real school yet, we started her in daycare at our local church. It was last year and I was very hesitant that this tiny little one-year old girl, who is still learning and understanding the world, wasn’t ready to be away from her mommy. I […]

Pressure, Part 2

I wrote earlier about my son’s lingual frenectomy–when the band of tissue connecting the bottom of the tongue to the floor of the mouth is removed surgically. At the time that I wrote Part I, I was sitting in the solarium, waiting patiently for the procedure to end. The nurses had wheeled him away and he was bundled up […]

Pressure, Part 1

Today I write my blog post from inside a hospital solarium. MSNBC has been talking about Trump for the last hour and a half, and I’ve been waiting for a doctor to come tell me that my son is waking up from surgery. But let me back up and talk about my weekend. Two completely […]

Summer DIY Project: Refinishing an Outdoor Table

Our family has been using our backyard more and more as our boys get older, and it’s always a treat when we can get all of us outside to play (and work) in our own backyard. The past month or so I’ve started doing a little DIY project: refinishing a round butcher block table. The […]

Adjusting to the Learning Curve of Parenting

I was nailing this parenting thing for a while. I kept telling myself that anyway. My daughter, who’d been dealing with some heavy anxiety seemed to be getting better at handling her emotions. She was able to talk through her feelings, put words to these complicated feelings, and we were all cohabitating much better. Every […]

Grasping at Straws: Learning NOT to Compare Your Children

Here’s the checklist of things that my daughter learned to do before the age of 5: Read. Tie her shoes. Dance. Swim. Here’s the checklist of things my son learned before the age of 5: Play with Legos. Procrastinate. Fold his underwear (sort of). Play with Legos. Today was the last day of a two-week […]

Dance Mom Moments

I have already revealed that I find the lobby of my daughter’s dance studio to be one of the most stressful and existential crisis-inducing locations in my life. I am routinely consumed with either irritation toward other mothers or with good old-fashioned self-loathing while waiting for my daughter to get her tap and ballet on. […]

Why Dad is NOT a Babysitter

I’m a military mom who’s just come off of one month of duty. This will mark the third year that my husband has had to handle our children without me for the duration of my spring tour. And he does it like a boss. And that’s not including all the months I spent at boot […]