Since there have been children, there have been zealous parents who advocate for them.
In the past few years, however, that zealousness has curdled into outright obnoxiousness. And while schools and functions are rife with horror stories of helicopter parents,...
We’re in the final stretch, friends.
The school year is winding down and I know you’re tired. It’s been a memorable year to say the least, and I don’t think many people will be sorry to see it go so...
Like many people I know, I spend most of my work hours
sitting in an office chair that I leave only for bathroom breaks or when I
remind myself to move. After decades of peering into a computer screen...
We need to talk about parking.
I will confess: I used to be a “curb parker.” An “I’m only going in for one second, so I’ll pull up and just run in and out right quick” parker. I may even...
I wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid so badly in 1984.
And not just regular, kid-level ‘want’, I mean I shed tears over this thing, crying to my parents about how I had to have one. I don’t ever remember asking...
Last summer my friend from a
few houses down showed up at my door, wearing a slightly-bashful grin and
something I thought I would never see, at least not on him.
“Do you have nail polish
remover?”...
This was the first year in almost two decades that neither of my kids filled out Valentines.
It didn’t even occur to me until I started seeing pictures and status updates on Facebook referencing the once-grim task of having a...
I saw a little girl shopping today with her mother. She couldn’t have been more than four, and there she was, walking down the aisle like a woman on a mission, her head held high and her little blue...
“How many of these could you possibly need?” my husband asked in an exasperated tone.
Though he pointed in a general way at the plastic bins and packing boxes stacked on a shelf in the basement, I knew exactly what...
Grandma and grandpa used to have this huge, brown, floor-model stereo. It was right smack in the middle of their living room, and next to it, right under the bin of Nana Mouskouri 8-track tapes, sat a small vinyl...