Monthly Archives: August 2011

I always wonder what my daughter thinks when her father doesn’t call. It’s been three weeks (a new record, I think) but she hasn’t mentioned it once. She’s only four years old, so time has a different meaning for her. … Continue reading →

My daughter starts kindergarten in 14 days. Fifteen if you count today, and I’m definitely counting today. Angie is all set for the big day. She has her new sneakers. She has her new backpack, which is red and blue … Continue reading →

  I was having coffee with some new friends the other day when our conversation went the way it usually goes. One minute we were chatting about our children – their quirks, their quibbles and their questions – and the … Continue reading →

So my 9 year-old son still wants to marry mommy. He’s in full Oedipal mode. Honestly, I kind of enjoy all the attention he gives. When he was 4 he wanted to give me a ring from the gum ball … Continue reading →

Blend: To combine or mix so that the constituent parts are indistinguishable from one another. Sounds easy enough right? Well, when you are referring to children, it’s a complicated feat to say the least. At first everything was great. The … Continue reading →