Parental shame is a two-way street, and my kid is already pedaling down it — in the pink tricycle he insisted we buy him. Will I embarrass my son? Sure. That’s a given. But that dude is going to shame me, too. Enough worrying about all I have done and will do to make him [...]
It doesn’t matter if the brick red polish on my fingernails is so chipped I look like Courtney Love coming off a bender. No, I mean, it deeply, truly does not matter. And I really believed it mattered. The sight of my jacked up hands on the steering wheel made me slightly tempted to veer [...]
Even after 19 months as a mother, it’s not unusual for me to notice the car seat in my rearview mirror and for just a second think what is that doing there and whose car am I driving? The gauzy vision of giving birth and instantaneously becoming a heavenly, patient, luminescent creature who instinctively knows [...]
On Facebook, “ladies night out” never ends with you getting cornered by a former Arizona State sorority girl who is two mojitos past dullard. On Facebook, the valet doesn’t lose your dirty Honda for twenty minutes while you calculate how much sleep you’ll get if there’s no traffic on the way home. On Facebook, it’s [...]
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