Category Archives: parenting moments Graduation is less than a month away, and I’m sorting through a box full of old, random photos that date back to 2001, the year my daughter was born. As if that’s not enough to make me actually feel my heart pound outside of my body, her 18th birthday is this week. It’s like I […]  You guys. About this time every year I wonder why the hell May is my favorite month. It’s bonkers. I mean, all parents know it’s typically a hectic month, but holy hell it has kicked. my. ass. this year. Don’t worry, I’m still basking in my Rob Glowe, but I’m also still sprinting to outrun the […]  I never had a Cabbage Patch Kid. I think maybe it was because in the early 80’s when they really took off and became popular I was too old to play with dolls. Or maybe it was because they were ugly as shit. Whichever it was, the fact that I was never a fan became […]  This week my younger daughter will turn 16, and I’m not entirely sure it’s hit me yet. I believe you’ve met my trusty sidekick Denial, whom I’ve been thick as thieves with since about 2013. Listen, I know it must sound tired and cliché and completely uninspired to yet again be lamenting the passing of time here on […]  In a few days my 21-year-old daughter will board an airplane (by herself) and travel halfway around the world (by herself) to spend four and a half months studying abroad in Brisbane, Australia (not by herself but with people with much cooler accents … and koalas, which are my very favorite animal). And for the […]  Next week my daughter will turn 21 years old. (Quick, somebody pour her me a drink.) Twenty-one years old. How the hell did this happen? Wasn’t I just celebrating turning 21 in Vegas with my boyfriend who, despite what it looks like in this photograph, didn’t become my husband for over three more years? It’s hard […]  Recently I was chatting with my dentist (as I do) because 1.) I have high levels of anxiety at the dentist which causes me to over share and babble (more than is usual), and 2.) my dentist is awesome, and I was telling her about how I’d just talked to my 20-year-old daughter who was in NYC with my husband, sitting […]  It’s not surprising that I’m proud of my 15-year-old daughter for loads of things. She’s smart, talented, funny, empathetic, kind, driven, and possesses a wicked, sarcastic sense of humor. But what I might actually be most proud of her for—and what won’t be surprising to those who know me—is this: she’s a superfan. Superfan [soo-per-fan] noun A person who exhibits […]  Dear daughters, Today you both start another year of school. For the third year in a row it will be in separate states, and for the 15th year in a row I’ll spend the day trying not to drink my feelings be overwhelmed with feelings that, if allowed, will engulf me. Feelings that surprisingly (or […]  My girls are now 20 and 15, and for every year I’ve been their mother I’ve been envious of them.Is it because of their youth and the years of possibility they have in front of them? Obviously.Is it their thick, luxurious heads of hair? Since their births are the reason I lost mine, absolutely (and […] |
