Today, I dropped my oldest off at camp for one week. It’s only been a few hours since we hugged goodbye, but I’m already wondering what she’s up to, whether she’s making friends in her cabin, and what she might eat for dinner (hopefully it’s spaghetti and meatballs). I’m...
Do you ever feel like a taxi? I do. I’m now at the stage of parenting that’s 99% driving and 1% everything else. Between soccer, ballet, piano, sleepovers, doctor’s appointments, and trips to Walgreen’s to buy gum, candy, and various other essentials, my car has gotten a lot of...
My 12-year-old daughter has been reading the Shadowhunters Novels, which are fantasy stories about special humans who wrangle demons and other supernatural creatures. When she couldn’t find the next book in the series at school, we decided to try the library. As we had so many times before, we...
Last week, on the same day that several kids at my older daughter’s Wisconsin soccer camp were ill from heat exhaustion, I had a phone call with my stepmother in California, where the Dixie fire had been spreading. Though it wasn’t yet close to where she and my father...
After consuming the last slice of peanut butter chocolate ganache pie on Thanksgiving weekend, I felt full. But the strange emptiness of this pandemic holiday season lingered. While connecting with my extended family over Zoom was fun, the experience was a stark reminder of the vast physical space between...
