- Revisiting their childhood. If Mom can find their gear
- Did someone say bowling?
- That time I made something awful. No, the other time
- My children do exist. Now I have proof
- It’s time to start saying ‘I love you’
- Remember when Mom couldn’t get anything right?
- From mailboxes to inboxes
- How much is that kitten in the window? It’s free!
- I am done with your hateful words
- The world is not in your phone. It just seems like it is
Category Archives: motherlode
“Do I have skates?” Every parent has heard this question. Out of the blue, with little tethering to logic, you will be asked to think back in your child rearing Rolodex and know the exact location of baseball mitts, badminton … Continue reading
In an effort to give all those near and dear to me a reason to survive the recent holidays, I announced that I would be having a bowling party. The fact that the end of the holidays landed on my … Continue reading
Ari’s girlfriend, Taryn, is very much the cook around here. I’ve had to put a special set of shelves in the kitchen just to hold the various equipment she requires to feed us. Rice cooker, wok, food processor and many … Continue reading
You’d think in this time of pictures, pictures everywhere that I would be inundated with moments of, or even with, my sons. Stacks of their childhood photos are jammed in boxes and bins and albums all over, until they mysteriously … Continue reading
How often do you say the words? How often do you tell the people you love that you love them? I was asked recently if I’m a romantic, and I stumbled and stuttered and blushed and acknowledged that if that’s … Continue reading
Christopher, 25, was coming over to drop something off. “Do you have any bagels?” he texted. “No, but we have rye bread,” I replied. “Close enough.” “I’ll make you grilled cheese,” I offered. “Yesssssssssssssssss,” he sent back. It took Ari, … Continue reading
“Do we have envelopes?” Ari, 22, was standing in the middle of the kitchen, a single sheet of paper in hand. “Of course.” I went to the envelope keeping place in the dining room and gave him one. “Do you … Continue reading
It occurred to me the other night, as I sat in bed watching everybody have sex on Grey’s Anatomy and four cats lounged on me, that if I were to die like that (snaps fingers) I hadn’t made provisions for … Continue reading
I’m not gonna be nice anymore. This isn’t a political statement as much as it is a humanitarian one. I actually started this column when I saw that awful letter from F Stevens in this paper on Remembrance Day. Nice … Continue reading
After writing a piece about car manufacturers racing to implement safety sensors and cameras to stop their product from running into oblivious teens texting and walking – petextrians, they’re called – someone asked me if we would ever again see … Continue reading