With very young kids, otherwise sane parents will do the zaniest things to bond with them—and that’s exactly how it should be. If you need a raspberry on your tummy to make you happy, it’s my pleasure to supply one. But once kids enter grade school, parents become “embarrassing” or, better yet, “embarrassments.” So I was especially pleased at drop-off this morning… [more]

While our kid was in diapers, I don’t know that he really gave any thought at all to poop. He could walk around with a big ol’ truck-full in his pants and not give it a second thought. It was this vaguely squishy thing that happened below his waist and Mommy and Daddy would discover it and take his pants off… [more]

I first heard about THE BOOK, very fittingly it turned out, during a mommies-only parenting class. A beautiful but shy lawyer looked at the floor, turned fifty shades of red, and said, “It’s almost like … porn.” My Kindle was out of my bag and downloading before you could say "developmentally appropriate behavior". I ended up reading the first two… [more]

On the train ride to my in-laws for Passover on Friday night, five young women, some in college, some graduates, started cracking each other up with stories about babysitting for Manhattan families. Of course, I couldn't get enough of it. I tried to maintain a facade of middle-age disinterest, keeping my eyes on my newspaper, until I just lost it. I literally had to put my… [more]

I’m not that funny. I tried, many lifetimes ago, to be a stand-up comic. I failed. Miserably. And often. I’m more of an accidental, a little goofy, kind of crazy type of funny. But my husband, he is funny. Perhaps, the main thing that attracted me to him was his sense of humor. He cracks me up. Constantly. In any situation…which… [more]

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