Today (July 4th) is my 7th wedding anniversary…the year of the rumored “seven-year itch.” Besides being the title of the 1955 film staring a very sexy Marilyn Monroe, the phrase refers to the alleged boredom that sets in after seven years of marriage, making the union vulnerable to roving eyes and extramarital affairs. The general [...]
The complex dynamic of the sister-sister relationship is one that fascinates me. I come from a family of two girls. I know first hand that your sister has the potential to be a closely valued friend….eventually. But growing up, we were not immune to the suburban-survival of the fittest epidemic otherwise known as sibling rivalry. [...]
One thing I love about writing is that it opens up a door for sharing things that I would feel awkward saying…you know, all the icky love stuff. So when I stumbled across the Father’s Day writing prompt “What’s the most important thing your Dad taught you?” on Babble.com, I figured it was a chance [...]
Last week, Emily’s post The Last Time gave us a chance to reflect upon beginnings and endings. Lately I have been in a different place…a less poignant, more ambiguous place…the time in-between. You’re not quite here, but you’re not quite there… I am not very graceful during times of transition. I like to be in [...]
I am never doing it again. And this time, I mean it. Seriously. By “IT” I mean children’s birthday parties. You know, that well-intentioned, heartfelt celebration of your child’s life that – somewhere between Party City and Costco – seems to take on a life of its own, snowballing into a frightening combination of Toddlers [...]
Dear Emma, It is the night before your 5th birthday and I just went in to check on you before going to bed. You were in your usual sleep position: three night lights on, arms thrown over head, piles of books strewn between the twisted sheet. I gingerly remove the reading headlamp that has now [...]
Hi, my name is Jessie and I am not the mother of brothers, but of two sisters: Emma, almost 5 (in 9 days, but who’s counting) and Phoebe, 21 months. I am lucky enough to have met the talented, hilarious Wonder Woman named Emily a few years back as a student in a writing class [...]
