Am I A Naughty Mommy?

Christmas is just over a week away and for my family that means there’s been a lot of talk about the Naughty and the Nice lists. Like generations of mothers before I have told my five-year old son that Mr. C keeps two lists: one is of those who have behaved well this year and the other is those who behaved badly, and depending on contributing factors like effort at school, general kindness towards others and a consistent bedtime, every person on earth’s name will end up on either one of these roll calls....more

Busy Bodies Go Viral: Where Does Privacy Start and End on the Internet?

I’ve been in the blogosphere for a little over six months now and I have written a few dozen posts that have appeared on various web sites. If I type my name into a search engine (yes, I’ve Googled myself) the top hits are a random selection of posts I have written over the past seven months, many of which chronicle moments from parenthood that I wouldn’t necessarily categorize as my best....more

Why I'm Not A Soccer Mom

Fall has both officially and seasonally arrived here in the North East, marked by crisp but sunny days and sweater-worthy nights. In my house fall also means outdoor weekend adventures, the occasional homemade soup and pajamas before 7 pm. For other parents in my town, however, fall is soccer season, a period of several months where their kids are bending it like Beckham three times a week, rain or shine....more
I tried t-ball with my daughter when she was about 5. She was great all through practice but ...more

Out of Control in Kindergarten: Letting My Son Draw Himself

The start of my first official school year as a parent has gone smoothly so far. JP wakes every morning excited about getting on the bus and going to a new school where learning is cleverly disguised as fun. He actually likes doing his homework with me every afternoon, and he is so tired by the end of the day that our normal hour-long bedtime ritual has been reduced to a few books that end long before my nighttime television begins. He has really adjusted beautifully to the changes that Kindergarten has brought to our household and I couldn’t be more proud. Me on the other hand? Not so much....more
@chinyaray Thanks Chinyaray. I agree. My control issues continue to pop up and I'm learning to ...more

Does Mother Still Know Best?

It almost a week later and I am still reading last Sunday’s thick stack of newspapers, sifting through the seemingly endless ways in which the 10th anniversary of September 11 was commemorated, quantified, qualified and honored in print. The New York Times in particular took special pains to compile a comprehensive analysis of all the ways in which the world has changed since, and because of, the attacks on America....more

Ten Years Later: How 9/11 Made me a Dad

*Today's blog is by Keith Murphy, a retired NYC Firefighter who responded to the attacks on the World Trade Center on 9/11/01. He tells the story of how that day changed the trajectory of his life forever.   "Hey Joanne. Do you want to know how we got Ruby?” “Sure I do!” replied Joanne. This is how the conversation between my oldest daughter Gretchen and her bus driver began just after she started Kindergarten last year....more

This Mother's Prayer for Her Son

I just finished reading Tina Fey’s first book, Bossypants. It is a smart, insightful and of course wickedly funny read that chronicles her rise from awkward child to kick-ass media darling. In it she explores everything from sexism in the workplace and Hollywood beauty ideals to marriage and motherhood, all with her signature witty intelligence....more

Sounds of Silence

Today I slept unusually late. JP stayed at my parent’s house while Mommy and Daddy enjoyed a much-needed night out so I didn’t have him or my alarm clock to rouse me from my sleep. Even so, I slept passed 9 o’clock and was somewhat startled when I woke and saw the numbers 9:35 blinking on my nightstand. My first thought was how quiet the house seemed without the usual bustle of JP’s chatter or the drone of the television. But I soon realized the silence went deeper than that. The windows were open and there was a noticeable absence of outside noises as well....more

Letting Go of the Great Expectations of Parenting

Throughout my pregnancy I had spent so much time visualizing the little being growing inside me that I actually began assigning it physical characteristics. This was especially ambitious considering I hadn’t found out the sex of my baby. He/She would have my auburn hair and pug nose, I hoped. And Jim’s blue-green eyes, I prayed. Against all reason I even imagined the little peanut with freckles. But when I finally met JP, I didn’t recognize him. ...more
This is me all over!  Thank you so much for posting this.  Wow I often describe my ...more

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This

Earlier this week my son was invited to a sleep over at his cousins’—my sister’s— house. It worked for me because I had plans to meet my husband in New York for dinner at one of our favorite tapas restaurants. With JP sleeping over at Erin’s I wouldn’t have to worry about rushing home to a sitter or being overly conscious about how many sangrias I consumed. It was really perfectly planned. But somehow I messed it up. ...more