When I wasn’t looking, my son colored all over the walls of the playroom. I walked in, saw his art, and said, “Did you do this?” He smiled, placed his hands behind his back and said, “Yes, I draw on the walls. It not nice.” When I wasn’t looking, Monster snuck his finger under the […] Read more…
What is it about having children that makes you hate your pet? It’s so sad. And it is incredibly unfair. But many days, I want to open the front door, hand my dog a bindle of bones and send her on her way. Before the kids came along, Mona was loved like she was our […] Read more…
I’m one of those wives who is always (half-jokingly) saying to my husband, “You are so lucky to have such a wonderful wife,” as I pick up his socks, make his dinner or let him sleep in on the weekends. In truth, I am so lucky to have a husband at all, much less one […] Read more…
The longer I’m a parent, the longer I realize what a pretty little fool I was before Monster. A reason-eschewing fool who had the luxury of grand ideals and political conjecture. A fool who had the gift of time without knowing it. A watch meant nothing. A schedule was irrelevant. What to do on a […] Read more…