It’s school vacation week, and I spent yesterday with the kids. Last night, I posted this on my personal Facebook page: Within moments, someone posted: “Impressive!” Which is totally cool. But I immediately felt bad, like a successful, yet conscientious, con artist. Because while it …
I don’t know if it’s an autism thing or what, but many nights Babyboy cannot go to sleep until he’s completed some particular task or project. If we try to pull his attention away from, say, writing a comic strip in Chinese, he ignores us. …
Babygirl, leaping from couch to chair to ottoman: “I’m KING of the world and I have amazing superpowers! Look what I can do!” Babyboy, absorbed with a complex Lego creation which encompasses the entire living room rug: “You can’t be king because you’re a girl. …
It’s the Monday after school vacation week, and here I am boarding my train, bound for downtown and my clinic. Part of me is elated! Doctoring is, weirdly, the easier half of my existence. It’s a challenging and rewarding career for which I feel well-suited, …
“Mama, this is a very pretty march! So many people are wearing pink, and so many signs are pink, and even have kitties on them!” So observed my five-year-old girlie-girl daughter yesterday, Saturday, January 21st. There were marches in support of women’s rights (and everyone’s …
My five-year-old daughter shoplifted today. It’s a January Saturday. I’m feeling crappy and need to puff my inhaler every four hours or I get nasty coughing fits, but I keep forgetting. Hubby has a huge game so it was just me and the kids for …
Is it Murphy’s Law or just normal motherhood? Babyboy was alert and oriented and determined to wake me up before dawn. It’s Sunday, the one day of the week no one has early morning commitments requiring me to be up. Hubby is out of town …
A major parenting priority of mine is to raise kids who give back. To me, that means kids who not only recognize that there are people less fortunate than us, but who will also step up to help. The basic requisite here is that …
Friday evening on the subway ride home, I witnessed something that made me uncomfortable, and compelled me to step forward. Was it harassment? Was it a hate crime? Was it any kind of an attack? Not… quite. Was one human being singled out from the …
I’m mostly worried about the kids. They’ve been hearing about the election at school, and asking about it. Babygirl, a few weeks ago: “Mama, Stevie says Donald Trump is a bad man and a bully and he shouldn’t be president. He’s not president is he?” …