Guest post by Sarah Fader Long before pseudo-married life, I dated people. Yes, I was young once. I usually ended up scaring the guy off because I was “too intense” or he “couldn’t give me what I needed.” That was code for “I’m not that attracted to you and you’re too needy! Get a dog…
My children, Rex and Lassie
By Michael Okay, I have to say it. I hate to see children on leashes. Jill and I went with a friends on an Alaska cruise a few weeks ago and it was nice to be among the youngest people in a community again. Apparently, people go to Alaska at about the time they are…
When Breast Equals Blush
By Gretchen I never thought I’d be self-conscious about breastfeeding in the privacy of my own home. There are no eye-rolling strangers. We don’t have tightly-spaced vinyl upholstered booths or utilitarian park benches where I am expected to wrangle baby and blanket. At home, I have comfy sitting spots and am surrounded by people who…
Back To School
By Beck I love this time of year – the changing leaves (well, any day now), the cooling temperatures (again, ANY day now), new pens and pencils and notebooks and bookbags and sweaters. Only one of my kids actually goes to school, but the back-to-school feeling prevails nonetheless. My oldest. I write about her a…
Slap-happy Campers
By Megan We took the kids camping for the first time last weekend. I’d never really camped before, so it was all new to me, too. One thing I learned was that there is a LOT of zipping involved in camping. And not much sleeping. The first night in camp, Peabody’d been in bed for…
This is all it takes to be a hero evidently
By Sarah We won’t be taking a holiday this summer. But one Saturday, my husband, Brian, decided to take the tinies camping anyway. In our backyard. He dug out our camping gear which includes a camping stove we bought on clearance at the outlets, sleeping bags, provisions and the tent we borrowed-but-never-gave-back from his parents….
The Road to Degradation
By Michael I think she was four, possibly a precocious three. She was up on the chair, playing on the touchscreen, trying to win a matching game and then a ring toss of sorts. Her mom came by to help her, instruct her and cheer her on. Of course, the chair was a bar stool…
T.G.I.S.
By Megan Here in the Midwest, people suck the stinkin’ marrow out of summer, because winter sucks the marrow out of our souls, except souls don’t have marrow, bones do, but for the purposes of my clever opening sentence we’re going to just set all that aside and nod our heads in agreement, right? Winter…
One Way to Skin a Snake
by DeeDee My husband took the kids away last Sunday so that I could tackle the garage. A daunting task, to be sure. But the thought of having the place to myself so that I could sort, organize, toss, and generally FILE ALL MY JUNK filled me with a little giddiness. The garage had become…
A Wolf In The Woods
By Beck So the other day I was casually reaching for the kitchen tap and nearly grabbed A GIGANTIC WOLF SPIDER THAT WAS LURKING ON IT. And I will immediately digress to say that wolf spiders are PERFECTLY named – they’re so hairy and lulking and frightening! Good job, spider-naming person! Anyhow. Giant spider, right…