My family and I just got back from a wonderful trip to Mexico. I’ve been to Mexico a few times, the first one being in college on an archeological/architectural study. This was my first time taking my kids though, and something stood out to me over and over again during our time there: Everything felt so very familiar to me. It felt like a strange thing to think, having visited the country only a handful of times, each time many years apart, and to entirely different regions.Continue reading “Feels Like Home”
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I, and many of you, kinda got screwed over in the ancestor department. I’m not talking about my more recent ancestors, so any relatives reading this can just calm down. Save your outrage for the next family reunion when the talk inevitably turns to the infamous, decades-old grudge over a car ride. (You know Great-Grandmother Sara was right about that all along. *ducks and covers*)Continue reading “Why did my ancestors have to be Puritans?”
Before the show last night I put on a new wig cap so tight I could barely fit it on my head. I took it off, tried unsuccessfully to stretch it out, and somehow got it back on along with my wig, having run out of time to fool with it anymore.Continue reading “When hair accessories try to slowly murder you”
When I was growing up, my dad frequently referred to me as a “nosy little thing,” but he was/is wrong. I like to think of myself as observant and/or concerned as the case may be. It’s in my nature to pick up on things people around me don’t notice/ ignore/ recognize as none of their business. And now that I’m a writer *adjusts monocle* I have the perfect excuse to keep my antennae up: it’s all for my work.Continue reading “This is why you don’t use Starbucks as your office around me”
Every few weeks or so an article comes out, purporting to finally tell it like it is and give us parents some tough love so we can all see what horrible failures we are and what rotten kids we’re turning out. You know, something totally different from those other articles that came out a few weeks before, telling us what horrible failures we parents are and what rotten kids we’re turning out.Continue reading “Kids these days”
My twins are in the same class at school, and for the past few months my daughter has complained off and on about a boy bothering her. He is rude to her, insults her, yells at her, the list goes on and on. Every time she brought this up, my son would get very angry because it just so happens that this other boy is a friend of his. He felt hurt that she said bad things about his friend. She felt hurt that he didn’t believe what she was saying. Everyone would blow up at each other and then go off to their own corners until the topic inevitably came up again.Continue reading “#Metoo at home”
This past week I attended the Mom 2.0 Summit here in Austin. It’s this whole shindig where you’re supposed to schmooze with companies and talk about marketing, sponsorships, and other influencer type things. (Also, can we talk about how much I hate the word ‘influencer’?). Not really my scene, but there actually were some people I wanted to meet, and it was a rare opportunity to hang out (drink) with my online writer friends.Continue reading “Mommy dearest 2.0”
Hey, just a reminder…
You don’t owe anyone an explanation about your body choices.Continue reading “A reminder”
So…pretty sure I accidentally taught my preschool Spanish students about cannibalism today. Please reserve all judgement/ concerned emails/ parent phone calls until the end of the story when you realize this was totally not my fault.
We were reading The Three Billy Goats Gruff, but in Spanish, (Los Tres Chivitos Gruff, if you were wondering). If you’ll recall, each of the billy goats tells the troll not to eat them because they don’t have enough meat to satisfy him; the troll should wait for the next brother to get more bang for his buck.
Do you already see how this is not my fault?Continue reading “Cannibalism for preschoolers”
This piece originally appeared on MockMom.
Hi, kids! I’m Pistol Pete, the new mascot here at Sunnyside Elementary. I may look like a scary semi-automatic weapon, but don’t worry, I’m here to keep you safe and sound! Sure, it feels strange seeing a gun in your school—that used to be a no-no! But we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other since district policy now requires me to be carried by your teachers, principal, cafeteria workers, janitors, and a variety of community volunteers.Continue reading “An Important Message from Pistol Pete, Your Kid’s New School Mascot”