Parenting

There has been a slow shift in our household, and the child that was once a nearly uncontrollable tornado of impulses has become a rangy kid. A kid who is almost at the end of his kindergarten year, who still clings to me when given the chance but also runs

In case it isn’t clear from, well, everything I write about, I am a person with a lot on her mind. I can scarcely do a task without thinking about the next one, or about what I’d rather be doing instead. In fact, those things I’d rather

My family and I are sitting down together for dinner. I’ve cooked something decent and middle-of-the-road, like pork chops with mashed potatoes and carrots. My husband loads up his own plate while I cut my six-year-old’s pork chop into small pieces and give

Being a mom means holding it together. Being a woman means holding it together. I am usually good at holding it together. People have told me that I seem like a bastion of calm and a person who has it figured out. Probably because I did well in school (“gifted

We have just made it through another bout with our son’s asthma. If I had to guess at all the things that trigger his symptoms, I’d have to go with just about any natural phenomenon: weather changes, laughter, exercise, dust particles, nighttime. (I have actually read that chronic

Nobody warned me that being a parent is really hard for a control freak. But then, only some people very close to me would see me as controlling. The archetypal control freak is outwardly neurotic, maybe a little aggressive about correcting others. I generally come off as quietly Type A,