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camp letter

I’m cuddling on my bed with my girls, pens and envelopes strewn about the covers as I teach them how to address an envelope. I’m also trying to explain the difference between email and mail and why we need a stamp in the first place and why it costs $.49 to send a letter that could be free if we just used email already, besides, isn’t that faster?

“There’s no email at camp, sweetie.”  (More)

15 shards of brilliance

I love my momsThis is a post about how I fucked up. And other stuff that I think is way more interesting than that, unless you’re some sort of strange person who actively wants me to fuck up (hi, my 10th grade English teacher who probably still hates me), in which case  you can just focus on that part.

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With every Annual List that comes out, comes the Annual Inevitable Backlash Against The List. I’ve been a part of both. When Babble first introduced a top bloggers list in 2009, there was a lot of talk about it. It had some gravitas. It was early in the mom blogging cycle of cycle-like things having to do with blogging (or something). I thanked the editors for including me, because it always feels nice to know someone likes your writing; but my immediate next instinct was to feel bad for all the great writers whose names I did not see. (More)

53 shards of brilliance

I swore I would never be the parent who gazes at other parents holding newborns or wrestling toddlers into clip-on cafe booster seats and saying to them, it goes so fast.

But I am. I am that person. Feel free to hate me. I hate myself for it.

 

2005

Of course when I approach the poor unsuspecting parents, I have to caveat it by confessing to them how much I want to slap myself for saying it at all, especially after years of swearing I wouldn’t, because yeah, duh, of course it goes fast and you should treasure these years and yep, the time with your babies are so precious and fleeting and blah blah blah slow news day, Liz?

Meanwhile back when other moms would suggest the same annoying cliche to me, all I could think at the time was that I was happy for a little “it goes fast” in my life, what with the diaper explosions and the front carriers that killed my back and the leaky sippy cups that ruined more than a few handbags.

And yet, here she is. Here we are.

Today Thalia that little girl who was born smiling, turns nine.

Today, nine years ago, she made me a mother. More than that, she made me a mother I didn’t know that I would ever be.

Each July 6 since then there have been celebrations. Presents. Cake. Sometimes fireworks. The one thing that’s different this year, is that she is with her father.

I don’t get to wake her, cuddle up in our nightgowns together in bed, stroke her head, open some cards,  and retell the story (she still lets me tell it without complaint) of my water breaking at my desk, the doula who left mid-labor, and the bumpy 3AM ride up the FDR drive with my contractions unmercifully coinciding with every pothole we hit. (More)

22 shards of brilliance

22 PR pitches that were too fun to send to spam.

7.01.2014

I was reading a post my dad wrote (my dad blogs–I know, so awesome) about business email etiquette and how fluid and confusing it can be. I know that those of us who entertain a half-billion or so pitches a day always joke about some of the worst ones and let me tell you, after 8 years [...]

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Why teachers are great, according to third graders

6.25.2014

It’s the last week of school in New York City public schools-and before you ask, yes, we like to keep our kids in school as late as possible while every tourist child in the world is here, enjoying our lovely parks and pools and zoos and outdoor cafes, simply to torture our children for several weeks each summer. It toughens [...]

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Domo Arigato, Ms. Roboto

6.19.2014

Thalia came home a little dejected Thursday night. “I probably didn’t make it into the Robotics Club, Mom.” The Robotics Club, you guys! “Why not?” “Well, we all had to get in small groups at try-outs and make a tower stand. And ours was the only group that couldn’t get it to stand on its own.”

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Maybe we need to come a longer way, baby.

6.16.2014

Yesterday, I was teary reading the Cool Mom Picks post we had up for Father’s Day, rounding up 31 quotes about dads from our readers. There were such diverse, heartfelt loving tributes to their own dads, their own stepfathers, their sons who became fathers, their husbands who became stepfathers or foster parents, and of course, the fathers of [...]

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