I remember the first time my oldest son ate a chicken nugget. We still lived in Brooklyn and he was not quite walking yet, so around the one-year-old mark. I used to push him in a stroller down the streets of Bay Ridge and that particular afternoon I was hungry so we went to McDonald's.… Continue reading for the love of junk food
It's 3 am. I'm awake. More aptly, I'm awake because H is awake. H isn't happy, nor am I. His struggle is my struggle and as he whines and moans and kicks my inner dialogue bats around inappropriate words towards him (at 3 am even 7-month-olds are capable of being labeled 'assholes') but also that… Continue reading it’s 3 am
Ok. I feel for you. I do. Schlepping around town, door to door, on foot. Knocking on stranger's doors. My sympathy is evident. You take that kindness, that slight been of empathy, and exploit it for yourself. Your gain. When you open the door in the least bit, these marketers push through. It's rare that… Continue reading the traveling salesman
I work with kids. Literally. Kids so young, some don't have bank accounts. Last week I traded a shift with a boy who had to get permission from his parents in order to work an evening shift on a school night. I also work with people my own age, and also a handful who are… Continue reading mom
Growing up in a rural, farming community, there was a common us vs. them debate. You were either a John Deere or an International. Green against Red. I had NO inkling of what they really meant, but due to some outside influence, I still to this day have an opinion leaning for the Deere Green.… Continue reading vs.