At the far end of edge of a bridge spanning the Delaware River between New Hope and Lambertville sits in a booth that is just large enough, ...

From a young age, my daughter has insisted: I want to do it myself. My son, somewhat less adept at expressing himself, despite impressiv...

N. sat, her examination gown open to the back, legs dangling over the edge of the table, while the nurse prepared her questionnaire.  She...

November is a month full of vacation days and half days at school: election day, Teacher's Convention, conferences, Thanksgiving.  As a ...

Dear Stay-At-Home-Parent, I'm tired of the barbs I see thrown from either side.  And today, I wanted to write to say thank you for bei...

My son has always been a little weird about birthdays. Some years he hasn't wanted anyone at all to attend. Some years he wants just g...

The day began with broken glass. A simple accident: she carried the jar too lightly, and it slipped from her grasp, shattering and scatterin...

I've been reading student applications, in preparation for their arrival on campus.  By the time they reach me, the applications are alm...

On Thursday, I signed N. up for dance class.  She has been begging me to find a class for her for almost two years now, since we had to leav...

(cross-posted at BlogHer.com) My daughter is not a feminist.  She is an almost-three-year-old tornado whose favorite color is blue, but wh...

I don't generally sign up for inspirational email.  In fact, I don't generally opt in to anything that will come regularly to my i...

I touched down at O'Hare with two phones in my purse. That's how I roll these days: my spiffy work iPhone and my old scuffed andri...

"You look ... happy, " she says to me, sizing me up one last time before she heads home.  My friend, who had come to see my new of...

On Friday night, when I was driving home from the grocery store, I noticed that the gas station on the corner had set up two tents, which we...

My post " Re-boiled " is being featured at the PAIL Bloggers site today.  Thanks, metholic , for extending the conversation about...

Let's face it.  I'm not a very patient person. Which, as you might imagine, makes having a highly intelligent, verbal, opinionat...

If you're a parent, you've heard the admonition that you're going to find yourself saying the same things to your children that ...

I've been good.  Really, really good.  No cookies, no cake, a spoon or two of ice cream.  Minimal processed sugars and dairy.  Low carb,...

On the last Monday of each month, my lovely friend Lavender Luz at Write Mind Open Heart sponsors Perfect Moment Monday , a blog hop/writi...

When I was little, we lived in a neighborhood in which there were always kids within walking distance.  Two sisters my age lived across the ...