An open letter to my working mother’s guilt

You, sir, are a liar and a thief. You lie about the quality of my mothering and you steal the joy of time spent with my children by making me worry about the time we spend apart. You are self important and self involved. You trick me into thinking that I can control...

A wild generosity

At six every single morning my two-year-old wakes up, calls for me and expects a transfer to my bed stopping only to pick up a bottle of milk warmed to his exacting standards along the way. Then we pretzel. And I dread the moment my alarm will go off. It’s...
The #ponyup challenge

The #ponyup challenge

UPDATED 1/7/2010: Yesterday we pony-ed up big time. Art credit: Jan Spangler, illustrator extraordinaire. Something remarkable happens when women come together to support each other. Sparks fly as spurs connect and boots walk boldly right up to the problem that needs...