The RMV on a Monday afternoon, after lunch and before the logical bewitching hour of right after people get off work, was INSANE. Busy, hot, snaked with long lines, boarded by uncomfortable benches and watched over by a digital red number machine, lighting up with each new person served. My son was number 215, his [...]
November 29, 2012
As reported all over the US this past weekend, the article below is from the Daily Mail online. I looked and listened for a trace of dismay (other than the fake shock accompanied with a smile on Fox News) in the voices of television reporters, or the mention of child abuse. I didn’t find either. This is [...]
September 23, 2012
My mother turned seventy-three years old on Saturday. My kids and I drove up to New Hampshire, to the house she lives in with my step-father, who has been a great dad-like-guy for over twenty-five years. He’s watched us all grow from wobbly, extremely young adults into middle-aged people cluttering up his house. He’s [...]
September 17, 2012
Our house is open to our friends. That of course, includes my children’s friends. Up until about today, my daughter’s life has been devoid of much of the girl drama we’ve discussed here at Femamom. I’ve liked to imagine that is because we have been welcoming to our children’s friends. Of course, that’s a ridiculous corollary and [...]
September 10, 2012
Last Sunday, my sister, my thirteen-year old nephew, my fifteen-year old Sadie-girl, and my forty-something-something self, went apple picking. But a man wearing an apron stopped us before we could wander into the sweet humid orchards. Apron-man’s message? We would have to take a hayride and hand over fifteen dollars cash before any picking. No [...]
August 27, 2012
I hadn’t heard of social suicide until the same child who invented pussy up, told me she could not ride the bike she’d saved for, because her helmet didn’t “go” with the bike. The long coveted bike was a powder blue cruiser; a-girl-on-the-way-home -from-the-beach, hair loose, a sandy-bare feet-riding-bike. The handle bars begged for a [...]
August 7, 2012
Dear Video Game Industry: You have a handle on my son. Yes, I know you know this already. You started your influence a long time ago, just the same way the Disney princesses have infiltrated our girls’ lives with 3 month Cinderalla onesies. In retrospect, maybe the whole video game thing is my fault. I [...]
May 16, 2012
Consider this a warning to all ya attachment parents, I was the woman on the cover of Time, in her skinny jeans, pert breast popping out of her tank top, future linebacker nursing on that pert breast… okay, I was never nearly as cute, but I nursed one kid until she was two and hiding [...]
May 9, 2012
The afternoon before the prom there was a flutter of activity. I sensed the excitement from my office, knowing the prom was the source, I dug harder into my work. I would not be corrupted. Right about then, my daughter burst in, she’d accompanied an older girlfriend to a tanning salon! A tanning salon?!? [...]
April 24, 2012
Girls on HBO? Did you watch the show? I did and I was uncomfortable, a sign of good art! I was watching what I thought was a comedy, ha, ha, and then I started watching privileged, college educated young adults, whose parents pay their bills and whose endless unpaid internships keep them busy’ish; young [...]
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