No Sparkly Shoes for You

I spent hours today trying to find black pants for Erin. Hours, because they couldn’t be black jeans, black leggings or black khakis. They had to be black “dress” pants that “cover the ankles.” Then we had to find a plain black headband, and plain black, closed toed shoes. No sparkles or buckles or straps. Plain, black shoes....more

Someplace Else

Most days are good days. I find my zone fairly early, and I write while the kids are at school so that I can pay the rent and buy the groceries and shop for the non-sparkly shoes. I am happy to see them walk through the door at half past three, listen to Erin tell me in great detail how her classes were and what she and her friends ate at lunch, and try like hell to nudge Nicholas to say more than ‘ugh’ and ‘I guess.’...more

Natalie Merchant Ate My Blog Post

Natalie Merchant ate my blog post.Okay, okay. Not really. But kind of. See, this is what happened: I’d planned on being a good little blogger, and had resigned myself to a Saturday night spent with my editorial calendar. I imaged there might be wine, andGilmore Girls looping on Netflix, just for added fun. I aimed big: not only that I’d not only get Saturday’s post done, but that I’d get posts planned out for the entire week....more

Ready, Steady

When it comes to the firsts, I’ve never been the best mom. Adam’s first word escapes me, as do Nicholas’s and Erin’s.  I know it was ma-ma or da-da, or some other monosyllabic chant that we appropriated and celebrated as an intentional word. But the details? Buried somewhere in memory, along with countless other things I failed to note in the almost-empty baby books that sit on my closet shelf....more

Yes and No

“Really, mom? It’s not like it’s the first time I’m leaving. Isn’t it easier now than it was last year?”That question came up as we talked about your move…six days and counting, now. You’d think it would be old hat by now, wouldn’t you, son? I love that you apply your stoic logic to matters of the mama heart, and if I remove myself for a second and look at it through clearer eyes, I can agree with you and see how silly I must look, my nose turning Rudolph red as my new companion, called ‘the ugly cry,’ crashes our party again....more
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Dear 99.7 The Point...I'm Mooing at You

Originally published on backtoallen.com on July 23, 2013Dear 99.7 The Point,I’m writing to tell you why you’ve lost me as a listener and a supporter, and why I’ll be telling the companies that advertise with you that I believe they should spend their money elsewhere....more