My daughter is flying her nerd flag proudly these days.
Tonight I'm going to the calling for a friend's tiny baby, who died unexpectedly last weekend.
As my children get older, it's getting harder to figure out how much freedom they should have to be out of my sight.
Last night, my daughter decided to go on a trip down memory lane.
Back in the 1970s, when hippies reigned and Marlo Thomas and her friends sang about being "Free to Be You and Me," it was unheard of for a boy to play with a doll (G.I.
I look at my daughter, who is very nearly as tall as I am, though she's just 11, and I think: This kid has got a pretty good life.
OK, so I know this isn't a weighty topic, but I think after the winter we've had, it's time for a little happiness.
So we were one of the 11,000 folks without power after Wednesday's storm, and you'd think we'd been thrown to the wolves, given my children's reactions.
It's clearly not spring yet (as I write this, snow continues to obstruct the view through my office windows), but I've been on a Spring Cleaning Rampage.
Dear Mother Nature,
All right, lady. We need to talk.