I’ve Written About This Before . . .

But I cannot get over my first-grader.  Even though he is six years old, he behaves and speaks like an eleven-year-old, courtesy of his older twin brothers.  Every day, words come out of his mouth that cause me to burst out laughing (if I’m lucky) or shriek over his head to the twins, “Did he learn that from you two?!?” Continue reading

The Cantaloupe in the Freezer

My twins are 11 and started middle school this year. They have been handling a few chores around the house, namely hauling the garbage cans to the curb, picking up our mail, and lugging in the groceries from my car trunk. But it occurred to me recently that they needed to step up their game. So this year, partially because of their later school start time, they are assisting in packing their lunches and putting away their folded laundry.

This probably should be enough. After all, these boys are busy! During the school year, they have hockey, piano, and Hebrew school, not to mention scads of homework, and they are taking up a new instrument in beginning band at their school. Even so, I thought, “If they’re gonna bring the groceries in, why not require them to also put them away?” So they started putting groceries away, and for the most part the items were deposited in the right spot. But then one morning, while rifling through the fridge looking for the bag of apples I depend on for many of their school lunches, I was stumped. I knew I bought the apples. Where the heck were they? Sadly for me, the boys, and the apples, an unidentified child (no one fessed up) had tossed them into the freezer. THE FREEZER! I wondered what that child was daydreaming about when he threw a bag of apples into the freezer. Continue reading

The Anti-Hallmark Moment

Like many couples who end up exchanging vows to part only upon death, my husband and I are a study in contrasts.  He is loud.  When I attempt to project the Voice of Authority, I end up sounding like the Incredible Shrinking Woman, holding forth from a raft of dish detergent bubbles swirling down the drain.  He is gregarious and content to be the center of attention.  I am happy not to encounter a member of the human race for an extended length of time (my family excepted).  I could not go without music for more than a few days. My husband is a shameless admirer of the Bay City Rollers.  (You may argue, but the latter example is a stark contrast). Continue reading

Daydream Believer

I make the forty-minute commute to and from work five days a week. Sometimes I feel guilty for not making productive use of my time. Productive in the sense of getting things done. Crossing things off my to do list. Making myself a better person, also known as listening to an audiobook or Rosetta Stone.

With smartphones, this multitasking should be a no brainer. I can push the microphone button and create a to do list with my voice while driving. Instead, I fiddle with the radio stations. Some mornings, I’m in need of soothing piano music and I tune in to the classical music station. Other days, I need to hear some cheesy 80s pop – its rah rah rah chorus cheering me on for the hours ahead.

Many mornings, I engage in what I fondly refer to as Truly Stupid Daydreams. I put on Crosby Stills & Nash and imagine my little boy trio playing the instruments and harmonizing – an adorable little boy band, but cool instead of cringeworthy.

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About a Boy


In the years since I delivered my twin boys and then their little brother, I’ve come across a few articles on the internet profiling women – American women – who really really really want to have a girl. Women who go into states of depression when the ultrasound reveals a budding penis.  Women who have many boys . . . because they keep trying to have a girl.  And women who are willing to spend a lot of money on unproven “medical” techniques that hold  the promise of  two x chromosomes.  I just don’t get it.  Boys are awesome! Continue reading

Long Time No See

Oysh! It’s been a long time since I posted. I have been bogged down with the normal stuff but also with a big project my husband is working on that is taking over our lives. I will (maybe) post more about that later. I have also been feeling a little uninspired. I never sit down at the keyboard without a fully developed idea of what I want to write. I get inspired and then the words just tumble out and it’s very easy. But I haven’t felt that way lately. Continue reading

Who needs skydiving when there’s . . . life?

I’ve never been skydiving. Or bungee jumping. While researching family vacations, I’ve noticed that some resorts offer trapeze lessons. I have no desire to try these things. This should come as no surprise to people who know me and know that I have a fear of heights and get queasy whenever my children ask if they can go on the Hulk the next time we go to Universal. I will not be riding the Hulk. And I will puke if I have to watch my children riding the Hulk. I don’t understand thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. Isn’t life scary enough?

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