It was a text I sent to my son late last night after hearing the front door lock as he returned from a movie with friends. He hurried past by our room without acknowledging us with a good night. His father was asleep next to me and I was googling "cliff jumping."...more
I don’t have daughters, but I still picked up a copy of American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers by Nancy Jo Sales. I didn’t expect it to keep me up at night. Here’s why it did:...more
14 years ago I was awarded the mommy title and never looked back. Who was I before I became a mother? I vaguely remember waking up thinking of myself first. As a child, I didn’t play with baby dolls or babysit. Having a sister seven years my junior was plenty motherhood for me. I didn’t even think I wanted to have kids.
I have 2 teenaged daughters. They both have laptops and iPhones. I supervise them. For instance, the only iTunes account is mine, so if they buy a song, I know about it. I know their passwords as well.
Despite all of that, sometimes shit happens.
A Mother’s Reckoning by Sue Klebold had me glued to the pages from the start, except for when I had to leave it to get a box of Kleenex. I was fascinated, horrified, sickened, and heartbroken in turns while I read, but mostly heartbroken -- for Sue as a mother, for the memories of her lost child, and for the pain she and her family have had to live with for the last seventeen years.
It was the 64,000-dollar-question, or in our case, the 127-dollar-question. After an hour of primping, of tedious makeup application and careful color consideration, it was time to pay for all the fun. I expected the tally. After all, my daughter and I completely bought into the subtle sales pitch: