The Boy at Two
Dear Crosby, At 2-years-old, you are the very definition of ying and yang. Your “ying” is totally awesome, smiley and adorable, but your “yang” is a total punk who hourly drives…
Read moreDear Crosby, At 2-years-old, you are the very definition of ying and yang. Your “ying” is totally awesome, smiley and adorable, but your “yang” is a total punk who hourly drives…
Read moreWhile I have much to say about moving, where I live now, what it’s like to live here with 2 small kids while remodeling an entire home and so very…
Read moreSunday is Mother’s Day. And mostly what I have to saw to all the other moms out there is something along the lines of, Hell ya! We rock! Gimme a…
Read moreA friend of mine, actually, my old boss/editor (an awesome woman complete with a big heart and loads of smarts) recently asked me in an email what I’ve been doing…
Read moreThe day after I wrote that last post, freaking out over somewhat silly things, an 8-year-old boy was killed by a bomb during the Boston marathon. There’s nothing like that…
Read moreSo you’d think with my house on the market, I’d be up late obsessing about whether or not it will sell and where we’ll move to (by the way, 5…
Read moreAs I’m sure it did for you, what happened in Connecticut last week left me feeling a fresh sense of gratitude for the well being of my family, along with…
Read moreDear Crosby, I love you, but you are a handful. I always doubted people when they said things like, “Little boys are just different. They’re a real challenge.” I already…
Read moreWE DID IT! WE DID IT! WE DID IT! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a battle, you guys. A true, epic battle. One that began over a year ago and required three…
Read moreI just watched my son roll down our staircase. As in the image of his little body tumbling down our wooden steps as if they were a grassy hill, his…
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