The nights are coming too quickly. My kids’ internal clocks are set to crave dinner as soon as the sun sets and earlier this week we found ourselves with a kid incensed that we…
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Tomorrow I enter my twentieth week of pregnancy. When I lie in bed at night I feel the small pulses and movements of tiny limbs. My children absent-mindedly caress my growing belly. It’s a…
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We’ve entered the age of the frenzied morning. We had a whole year of school mornings and tumbling out the door together under our belt when this school year started, but we’ve also got…
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Last Friday night, our beloved next door neighbors accidentally locked themselves out of their apartment on their way to dinner and so they knocked on our door at bedtime to get the spare key…
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I’m fifteen weeks pregnant with my third child, which is not something I ever imagined I’d be writing here. Things are going more or less as well as expected for a very unexpected pregnancy,…
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As a kid, I kept my most special art supplies in an old wine box, with a hinged top and a latch that always went askew. Watercolors and modeling wax and chalky pastels all…
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Tip # 186: Don’t knock it ’til you’ve stacked it. We live in New York City. And while the crumbling brownstone we call home is far from the most extreme example in this city…
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I don’t have a fail-safe method or a prescription for a seamless and easy transition away from nursing and toward sleeping peacefully until 7:30 am, disturbing neither parents or neighbors. (Hint: No one does.)…
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While I witness an administration actively working to terrorize immigrants and to demonize the families seeking to cross the US-Mexico border, I feel the need more than ever to have frank, age-appropriate, humanizing conversations…
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It’s officially the last day of school for Faye. She’s currently running through city sprinklers with her friends and a babysitter, and despite the usual childcare and work/life balance questions to still sort out,…