History attributes the famous milk idiom to a Mr. James Howell, who, in 1659, included the phrase “No weeping for shed milk” in his book “Paramoigraphy (Proverbs).” But I think it was probably a mother whose toddler knocked over a cup and sent a waterfall of white cascading onto the ...
Every mother has, at one point or another, gazed into the crystal ball of daydreams and imagined her eldest son’s future as an Olympic runner, or a composer whose symphony fills the halls of history, or a movie star sinking his hands into Hollywood’s concrete, or a sweet, neurotic ...
It’s the last gasp of summer, a morning that feels more July than late September. My daughter sleeps snuggly in the baby carrier that’s become an extension of myself, and my son leads me confidently across the park, to His Swing, the only one low enough to the ground for a toddler to ride ...
My son has begun devouring books. One might think, “A writer whose son loves reading. She must be delighted!” But I did not write, My son loves reading. I wrote, My son has begun devouring books. The latter is both more dramatic and considerably more accurate. The other night, we came to ...
Since becoming a mom, I’ve had all sorts of cliches kindly thrown at me: They’re not little for long! The days are long, but the years are short! You need only worry when they’re quiet! That last one, I recently learned, is just as true as the others. One of my son’s favorite games ...
I used to talk for a living. Well, kind of. Being a staff writer for the Observer-Reporter or any media outlet requires lots of talking. Interviews are like a game of 20 Questions that, when done well, naturally evolve into what the interviewer hopes is pleasant conversation. My job was to ...
