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“The baby is King of the World!” five-year-old Taylor declared within a day of us bringing her baby sister home. Too young to have seen “Titanic,” Taylor nonetheless conjured an…

Kindermusik. Gymboree. Mother’s Center. Baby Swim Class. Moms Club. Moms and Tots. Story Hour at the Library. SAHM Club. I read over the seemingly endless lists of activities for mothers…

It’s 2:58 in the morning and I can’t believe I’m still awake. My mind wanders to the woman I met in the grocery store today. Her skinny body and olive…

On the way home from Market Hall with some groceries, I trudged down Ocean View Drive just off of College Avenue. I couldn’t wait to get to our apartment. We…

Ah, spring. This is the season when I normally plan out all of our family summer activities, which for the last two years have included car camping. This year, however,…

Daddy Sparta was reluctant to become a father. When we talked about it, he said, “I think I’m just too old. I’m not the kind of person who loves to…

I was not an adventurous child. And yet somehow I took a train by myself when I was eight years old. My family was staying outside of London for a…

Every night when I put Emi to bed, she asks me questions in the dark. She asks things like, “How do turtles eat if they don’t have teeth?” “How do…

Once upon a time, long before Sarah Jessica Parker wittily bantered with her hip clique of chicks about Sex and the City on the streets of Manhattan, she appeared as…

One Friday night, Ma says she needs to ask me something. “Okay.” I say, “What’s up?” “Wait — I have to find my notes.” I wait while she searches all…

When my daughter was a little over a year old, she made her first real joke; she grabbed my boob in her chubby paws, grinned hugely and announced, “Mine!” I…