Over the years, I’ve had many female bosses. Some, like Carolina, were amazing.
Carolina ran the fledgling internet marketing division at the Huge Multinational Corporation I worked for. She was just a few years older than me, which put her somewhere around, oh, 31. She was 31 years old, and she had seven of us working [...]
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Monday, June 2nd, 2008
While my father’s death was terrifying, bloody and unexpected, I can take comfort in one small moment that took place just before he crashed in the ER.
I had just fetched him a blanket - he was cold from blood loss, although I did not know that at the time - and I stroked his bald [...]
When I started blogging, it seemed like there were only a handful of sites and writers out there, a very small community of moms who brought their lives and experiences to the web in an attempt to cope and connect.
Very quickly I realized how vast this virtual world really is, and how much talent and [...]
I’m in the throes of some major growing pains with The Poo.
The older she gets, the more demanding she becomes. And frankly, I was certain that once the infant stage passed us by, that we’d waded through the worst of it.
Two wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. We had a few bumpy [...]
I feel like I know Sandy.
A real-life friend of my sister’s from her time in Minnesota, I know Sandy only through her words on the screen and from talking with my sister.
But Sandy and I have something in common, something that binds us no matter how tenuous our connections: we both lost our fathers, fathers [...]
Flutter has faced the kind of tragedies and violence that most of us experience vicariously, through works of fiction.
Recently she’s begun to swim in these murky waters again, for what is - hopefully - the last leg in her journey to healing.
I can’t remember how I found Flutter, but it hardly matters. What does matter [...]
Sunday afternoon found the three of us in a pre-nap snuggle on the family-room couch, which was littered with storybooks and Little People. Mr. Chicken and I read while The Poo watched a soothing episode of “Little Bear.”
I had my arm wrapped around the child and she leaned into my chest, burrowing a little closer. [...]






