The Girl is Mine

Some years back, when Taylor was about three and slowly embracing the idea of sleeping in her own Big Girl bed in her own Big Girl room, we ran into…

To say I watched a lot of TV as a kid is an understatement. Off the top of my head, I can tell you the real names of the two…

I’m going home tomorrow to be Mommy once again, chauffeuring kids to summer camp for two weeks, remembering swimsuits on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and packing bag lunches every day. It’s…

While I like to think of fun and romance as the yin to the do-it-yourself yang of our relationship, Sam, practical guy that he is, puts a more practical spin…

By the time you read this column, I will have done it…or will be in the process of still doing it: Nothing. That’s it. On Sunday, June 3rd, while my…

When Peyton asked, I replied, “No, honey. You weren’t in my tummy. You were in a different mommy’s tummy and after you were born, we brought you home to live…

The family bed was a given for us. A well-bonded child will eventually transition into her own bed, secure in the knowledge that her needs, including nighttime comfort, will be…

We are whitewater rafting along the Yough River in Pennsylvania–two rafts, four adults, three children, ages 6, 7, and 8. The occupancy of the rafts changes several times over the…

I have a secret life. By day, I am my children’s mother. I cuddle with them under blankets and read stories, I insist they wear warm hats and zip up…

“We have had talented babysitters,” Taylor said. “Which one was it that made Sponge Bob out of Floam?” Well, there was that. But also among the seven former sitters, there…

In December, a Black Mama’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of celebrating Christmas. What will have the kids dancing with joy in the living room on Christmas morning and reassure…