Our family’s pandemic coping strategies have failed to follow national – or even logical – trends. We were already living in Vermont, homeschooling, gardening, and keeping chickens when COVID-19 hit, so we had many of the boxes checked already.
Our columnist spent the majority of her 20s in Manhattan. Years after leaving she returned recently with a 14-year-old daughter to revisit old stomping grounds.
In the week leading up to the play — a grueling week in which regular classes were largely suspended in favor of rehearsals — students started dropping like flies.
As a young mother who often felt in over my head and struggled with whether my small daily efforts mattered, Beth gave me the invaluable gift of letting me see how her life — a life made up of small daily efforts — mattered enormously: She held the world … (read more)
It will probably not surprise you to learn that 2012-2013 – the year the music died — was the year our family got a puppy and the year I gave birth to our fourth child.
One of the best parts of parenting my teenagers is discussing the world’s problems and how to solve them.
It just so happens that I’ve been thinking about loud noises quite a bit lately, because we’re trying to teach our two-year-old son to stop screaming at the cat.
During our family’s early years in Vermont, my friend Deborah warned me that January was the coldest month. “There’s usually one week every January when the temperature never gets above freezing,” she said.
Thirty years after its release, Home Alone now feels like a prophetic clarion call about where our society was headed. And instead of listening, we laughed and called it must-watch holiday entertainment.
I am writing this column on the afternoon of the day after Christmas, while the rest of my family are playing video games out in the yurt.
Like most pivotal events, it started with a simple question: “Mommy, are they doing the gingerbread houses again?”
On Thanksgiving morning, we learned that our entire family had been close contacts with someone who tested positive for COVID-19. Our three youngest children, all only partially vaccinated or too young to be vaccinated, would need to quarantine until they … (read more)
How and why were so many individual birds moving as one? I didn’t recall seeing these starling swarms in past autumns: Was this something new, or something I’d failed to notice until now?
I’ll be honest: Sometimes I feel like I’m a hostage to our traditions.
Field hockey season ended yesterday. Cue: Angel choirs, rainbows and unicorns, my husband and I holding hands and skipping towards the sunset through a field of wildflowers.
