Thanksgiving is the best. It’s not about religion so there’s no services and no panty hose. It’s football, food, family, friends and fun. The holiday really doesn’t ask for much.
Thanksgiving doesn’t care if we eat at 3:00 or at 7:00. It doesn’t care if we stay in or go out. It doesn’t even care if we are with others or if we are alone. Thanksgiving only asks that we(before we start feeding our faces) take some time to consider the things we have to be thankful for, and the things we might take for granted.
My daughters, 6 and 8 years old, have been learning about Thanksgiving in school so I asked them the following question: Keep reading this post »
I have two daughters; one is 6 and one is 8. The 6 year old, for the most part, is very good. She’s a pleaser, she only wants Mommy and Daddy to be proud of her:
The 8 year old though, she doesn’t really care what we think:
She cares about what she can get away with and lately she’s been exhibiting certain behaviors that are not acceptable so down, down, down she goes.
Punishment is no fun for anyone, but kids need to know: If they do things that aren’t OK—they are gonna have to pay. Keep reading this post »
On Monday I went nuts on my kids.
When I turned around to see BOTH of them on their stomachs, hanging over the seats, a$$es in the air and shoes on the ceiling of my MONTH OLD CAR, I went nuts.
I have told my 8 year old on several different occasions not to put her dirty shoes on the seats of my car. I didn’t think to mention the CEILING. And of course, if my 6 year old sees her doing it, she’ll think it’s a great idea and follow suit. Keep reading this post »
When I was in my 20’s I had an on-again/off-again boyfriend who was not good for me, but I was addicted to him. The first time we met the attraction was instantaneous and we were fighting before we were even formally introduced. When he suggested that we go for ice cream in order to “cool off,” I knew it was going to be a bumpy ride, but I was in and so was he, for 3 years. Keep reading this post »
When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up in the “room on the tippy-top floor” of the Plaza Hotel in New York City like Eloise from the book Eloise. My kids are growing up an at overnight camp in Northern Michigan and for them, Camp Tanuga is the Plaza Hotel. Keep reading this post »
In hip hop songs it’s not uncommon for rappers to throw accolades at someone who has helped them achieve success. They may make reference to other rappers they think are great, or acknowledge the ones who have helped them along the way. It’s like their way of saying Thank you. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for you. There’s even one song in particular where the rapper straight-up says “Shady made it so my babies aren’t starving at home.”
That guy wasn’t just thanking Eminem for helping him succeed, he was thanking him for not leaving him behind. It’s nice that artists can do that in a song, it’s forever preserved that way. When I want to thank or acknowledge someone, I usually send cookies, and they just get eaten. Keep reading this post »
There’s a kid at camp named Chase Perlman. He was a camper for many years and now he’s a counselor. Chase Perlman and his equally awesome two brothers come from a very special family, and they are all very special to us.
Not last summer, but the summer before (2013) Chase Perlman asked to hang in our cabin with my girls and our nanny, Elians, while I was at Evening Program. When I came back to check on things, I expected them to be fighting to get my girls into bed, but both girls were tucked away and Chase Perlman and Elians were on the couch doing stuff on their phones. I have no idea what they were doing, but it looked like they were communicating with other people which confused me because I thought they wanted to hang out together. Keep reading this post »
There are 3 people in this world that hate me. (Probably more, but 3 that I am aware of.) I don’t hate them though. I don’t think I could ever truly HATE someone in my life. There are people I can’t stand, and there are some that I strongly dislike, but there’s no one that I hate. Keep reading this post »
Do you remember where you were when you heard the Twin Towers went down? How about when John Lennon got shot? Kennedy? I wasn’t alive for Kennedy’s death but I was for Kurt Cobain’s and I remember exactly where I was when I heard. I can also tell you where I was during the OJ chase. I was still living in Columbus, OH and a bunch of my friends and I were at a club called Paradigm to celebrate my birthday, but NO ONE was paying attention to me—all eyes were on The Juice.
Epic moments like that stay with you. Keep reading this post »
It came out of nowhere but my kids are now Taylor Swift super fans. One day they didn’t know who she was and the next day they were telling me all about her “beef” with Katy Perry. Shortly after that, we had a Taylor Swift binge session watching videos like Style and Blank Space. I smiled as I watched my girls sing along, but I interrupted the party during one of her videos because she was beating the living CRAP out of her boyfriend’s car with a golf club. That’s not OK and I didn’t want my kids to file that away as go-to behavior because “Mommy, Taylor Swift did it!” Keep reading this post »