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It’s 9:50 am in a not-so-small town outside of Madrid. I’m pushing a double stroller across the bridge over the highway on the way to Pedro’s preschool. After I drop…

I chose Sugar Daddy’s via a Google search after three polite rounds of, “It’s your neck of the woods. Where would you like to go?” “It don’t matter to me.”…

Children’s literature means all new things to me as I read it as a mother. Last spring I taught two books I love, in two different classes, and began to…

Night One It’s two a.m. I’m standing in my bedroom and holding seven-month-old Kirby on my shoulder, swaying slightly. This is the fourth time he’s been up since I put…

One night, a few months into therapy, I sat in the living room, waiting for Jack to come home. He was out for a drink with his work friends. It…

Three mornings a week, I drop my son off at school and then drive to the nearest Starbucks with adequate parking; it’s only about three minutes away. My almost two-year-old…

This year Mama Athens and Daddy Sparta moved from ultra-liberal Berkeley to conservative central Pennsylvania so that Sparta could attend the Army War College. This in itself was hard to…

“Who’s your best friend?” well-meaning friends or relations sometimes ask my daughter. Please don’t ask her that, I want to tell them. She has many friends, which isn’t a problem,…

Everybody is talking about ABC’s wildly popular, darkly comedic soap opera, “Desperate Housewives”. And while I originally tuned in expecting to despise Hollywood’s skewed depiction of marriage and motherhood in…

“Go! Go! Go!” my husband commands, pushing me out the door. “You’re going to be late!” I am in a fuddle about what to wear to the soccer game he…

After Ma died, I held an estate sale. I stood in the front yard of the house I had grown up in and watched as strangers carried the Lockharts away,…