Happy No Matter What

It’s 6:33 am. I’m sitting at my desk. I’ve been up for over an hour. I’m hoping to get some work done before the baby and my three-year-olds wake up. Then it’s time to get them dressed, fed and off to school. There’s a mountain of books next to me and one on the floor [...]


Things My Mother Taught Me

This month marks the anniversary of my mother’s birthday. She would have been 69 on July 12th. I read this at her funeral:



I am about to make a very embarrassing confession.
Last weekend, while giving the twins a bath, I smacked my husband in the face with a sponge. This was not a light, playful smack. It was an angry, hostile one. And yes it happened right in front of the kids, the ones I’m constantly reminding to “be gentle.”


Filling in the Blanks

When Nancy Pelosi became the first female speaker of the house, a reporter asked her how she would manage such a big job. Her response, “Are you kidding? Being the Speaker of the House can’t be more difficult than raising five children.”


Anthony, my 19 month old son, was playing with a train at the Sip and Play Café a few months back. As he was innocently pushing the train around the track, another toddler shoved him in the chest. Stumbling to regain his footing, he turned to me with a look of pure shock, then started to cry. That look– the lips all puffed out, tears streaming down his cheeks — breaks my heart every time. Immediately I scooped him up and bought him a cupcake. I placed the cupcake in front of him and all became right with the world once again.


Be Nice!

I’m a mother of 17 month old twins. I take them to an indoor play gym once a week at the local community center. Toddlers, I’m learning, hit, pinch, bite and scream. I often observe them subjecting each other to this behavior in the hopes of obtaining exclusive access to that coveted piece of Little Tykes equipment.