I was up around Franconia, New Hampshire, on what my family always refers to as “yet another” girls’ weekend (while I typically preface it with “sorely needed”) when I committed a grave error. I texted my husband with a simple … Continue reading
The middle school magazine drive ends tomorrow, and I have so far successfully managed to hide the forms from my order-happy husband. It’s not that I have anything against school fundraisers–well, wait a minute; that’s not true. I despise school … Continue reading
I don’t expect anyone to weep for me, but I am preparing to go away on a girls’ weekend, and it is hell. First, I have to leave the house in relatively good order: laundry done, refrigerator stocked, sports uniforms … Continue reading
Today my dear, sweet, firstborn daughter turns 16, and I am away on a business trip. This seems entirely fitting, since I wasn’t around 15 years ago when she took her first steps, either. I was at work in the Newsweek … Continue reading
