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I had a revelation this month. Reading the Bible in a year can be so challenging because Leviticus and February hit at the same time. Reading these lists of laws can be monotonous, especially in the dark days of winter. But I was convicted this week by a verse in Nehemiah: "So Ezra the priest brought the [...]
Nine years ago, my husband and I jumped at the chance to buy a house we hated. It was ugly and stuck in the '70s. And not the good kind of 70s. It had bad shag carpet, damaged parquet floors, mustard-yellow formica, peeling siding and all. We did some upgrades, but no Chip-and-Joanna level renovation. [...]
I know I'm not the only parent wringing her hands about The Miseducation of the American Boy. After all the progress we've made, Peggy Orenstein's article exposed an underbelly of stubborn toxic masculinity that still pervades locker rooms, frat houses, and athletic teams. The TL;DR version is that while feminism has opened up multiple avenues [...]
I get the questions from other moms a lot. “So how tall were you when you were her age?” “How big are your feet now?” “What age did you stop growing?” They’re mothers of daughters who are growing up tall, and they’re scared. “She’s already FIVE TEN,” they tell me in hushed tones. I get [...]
As I write this post, a BCBA therapist is chasing my squealing-with-delight daughter around the driveway on her riding toy during an ABA therapy session. It looks to our neighbors like I have the most involved babysitter ever, who also happens to have a curious habit of asking my daughter to stop playing and simply [...]
I thought I would be much older when I ordered my first box of Rogaine. Actually, I never really envisioned this moment for myself. But there it is, on my list of Amazon orders, right above diapers and below coffee filters. I have to say that of all the surprises of aging so far, including [...]
There's nothing as long as toddler afternoons. They stretch. They yawn. They mosey. They refuse to be rushed by my constant refreshing of my husband's location on the "Find your Friends" app on my iPhone. They force me to sit with my son as he carries out lengthy and highly repetitive conversations between his Hotwheels [...]
Spilled Milk 