For the last year or so, Lufthansa has been struggling. Multiple warning lights are permanently displayed on her dash. The tailgate is a public safety hazard. And I’ve become a professional pit crew who can jump start her car in 10 seconds flat. Sometimes twice in one day. I did…
The last few months of school sped by in a blur. But what I do remember are the conversations the boys and I have in the evenings as we drive home via our zig-zaggy route to the freeway. So many backseat conversations where we debate the thinking behind civilians with…
Unlike the lions in Madagascar, the citizens of Wakanda, or my favorite, the Quinceañera, we don’t really have a real coming of age marker ’round these parts. Well, maybe unless you count today… when I presented both Jake and Nate with their very first deodorant. Let’s back up. Grandma Suzy…
My dearest Jacob James, It just does not seem even remotely possible that in March you turned ten. TEN. It has taken me much too long to write your annual birthday letter. In fact, today was the last day of fourth grade. My most favorite grade. The grade that is likely the…
We have a bit of a running joke at work… as I’m known to do, I shared how my children are generally the recipient’s of the “Self-directed Learner” award-themed school assemblies. Now of all the award categories, this is definitely the primary one I’d like these high-maintenance munchkins to set…
This past weekend I enjoyed a long anticipated girlfriends weekend, thanks to the generosity of Geoff and Angela. And maybe also the super powers of their new kid-sitting dog, Skipper. We all convened at Jamie A’s in Glendale. It was a perfectly relaxing Moscow Mule drinking, celebrity hiking, pedicure gone…
Remember that part where I told you I’d totally screwed-up? Yeah, well that seems like yesterday, but it was actually the second week of January. Nineteen weeks of our lives have passed as we triple lettered in basketball, flag football and baseball. It’s been a blur of wardrobe changes, snacks,…
Yesterday, Nate was so excited to give me the Mother’s Day present he’d made. It consisted of a colorfully wrapped ceramic caterpillar, which holds his school picture, and an artistic portfolio with a letter and a whole bunch of things about me, written in Spanish. My favorite part of the…
My friend Emily’s parents have one of her childhood poems framed in their downstairs bathroom. It’s so catchy you’ll be repeating it for days after a trip to the loo. It’s accented by an adorable, colorful flower scene. Flowers By Emily Rosenoff Big flowers, Little flowers, Flowers everywhere. I like…
At Tuesday’s game I got a chance to talk to Nate’s buddy Eddie. In Spanish. Eddie is great at holding conversations with me in Spanish. Our interaction went like this: “Yo, Eddie, great to see you! How are you?” “Good, good.” “So, I hear it’s beach day tomorrow. Are you…