Category Archives: Raking the Playroom

When the boys were little I would often lie down with them at bedtime, tell them a story about Little Squirrel who lived in our tree outside, or sing a song.  To be sure, I would also sometimes yell at them … Continue reading →

It was the day before Christmas Eve, 1994.  The boys had reached that moment just before Christmas where children appear that they are going to burst with anticipation.  Despite the fact that we didn’t reinforce it, the idea that Santa … Continue reading →

I don’t have any daughters, so the whole going-shopping-with-your-daughter thing has not been a part of my life.  This is fine, because I am not a shopper.  My Mom and I enjoy going out together, but we have always been … Continue reading →

“Is it going to take your children saying those words back to you before you clean up your mouth?” my Dad asked when my first child was learning to talk.  Well, the answer to that question is that apparently even … Continue reading →

If I ever write a book about being a Mom, this is the title, you heard it here first.  It happened one day when I decided to tidy up the playroom while the three boys were napping.  The playroom was … Continue reading →