remember to write!

Last Sunday morning I put my 11-year-old son and five other boys he had never met into a van driven by another stranger for a six-hour road trip to Camp Sleepaway, on the shores of Lake Wait-Did-I-Agree-To-This? Camp Sleepaway has a strict no-electronics policy, so I told Connor he and his compatriots would just have to play License Plate Bingo all the way there. “You’ll make best friends before you even get there!” I brayed, perhaps a bit too merrily, because who wants to spend six hours in a car? ...more

being the mother means you get to look first (like it or not)

I saw it happen, out of the corner of my eye, and I still didn’t know anything had happened. That’s how minor of a slip-and-fall it was. Or seemed ....more

just because they say it doesn’t mean you have to listen

Sometimes I feel like my most important job as a mother will have been teaching...more

finding new roads with Chevy and Listen to Your Mother

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Chevrolet’s sponsorship of Listen to Your Mother Show, but opinions are my own. It’s a wrap for 2014′s Listen to Your Mother: NYC! Let me count the ways I have...more

Listen To Your Mother: you’ll be hearing her voice in 32 cities before Mother’s Day

I’m having trouble sleeping for the butterflies in my stomach, so it must be late April! And why yes, it is: the Listen to Your Mother NYC countdown has begun. Listen to Your Mother...more

when I grow up…

A friend of mine was crowd-sourcing on Facebook recently. “For a story I’m working on,” she wrote, “please ask your daughters: What do they want to be when they grow up?” The comments came in so fast you could practically see the churn: Astrophysicist!...more

WANTED: good family movies

My eleven-year-old has declared “family movie night” one of his favorite weekend activities. Mine too- at least in conception. But as I search for good older-kids-family...more

Mom, I left you a note

Lately I’ve been trying to convince my kids that if they want me to take an action on their behalf, they should leave me a note....more

no. no more snow. not allowed.

At what, please God, is almost the end of the longest winter ever in the history of everything (screw you, Punxsutawney Phil), I find myself still in the Denial Stage. ...more

on being middle-aged

From my third-grader’s spelling homework last week: He handed me this page for my typically cursory parental review. ME: Uh, Seamus. One thing ....more