Everyone does the same thing in today's digital world; read and write emails. The difference is the content, but what if that is similar? A friend requested I oversee his emails while he attended to something urgent.
As much as I'd like my kids to be well-rounded and culturally enriched, I have to wonder: Where are the programs that might benefit me?
Age -- and especially parenthood -- gives you some perspective. Suddenly, you understand your own parents in a whole new light. And that's when the realization sets in: Your parents lied and sometimes cheated.
It's not a funny bone -- it's a funny muscle. Exercise it! Finding humor in everyday life might seem hard at first, but it gets easier and more automatic with practice.
At "press time," Gemma is almost 5 years old. I'm writing you this letter because, while I love my daughter with all my heart, and I'm trying really hard to be a great mom, I'm pretty sure I'm doing most things wrong.
I have one non-nursing bra that I wear when I go out (rarely). I usually take it off in the car on the way home because I simply cannot stand it a moment longer. Thankfully, my husband doesn't ask too many questions when I come home from ladies' night with my bra off.
My dad died 15 years ago this Father's Day. He dropped dead of a heart attack while he was dying of cancer. I felt robbed having prepared myself for saying good bye over the coming months and instead he was just gone. My dad never knew me as a parent but every day he informs how I parent our son.
If it seems like I'm overreacting a little bit, it's only because I know how serious the consequences of cat litter not soaking up toxic chemicals can be. I've smelled what can happen.
When I was a baby, my mom had a well-deserved night out with friends. Upon my mother's return, she found me fast asleep in a diaper held together by electrical tape. Hence my dad's parenting credo: You may not do everything perfectly as a parent, but as long as the job got done and no one got hurt, it's all good. And really, more than anything, I'm just grateful he used electrical tape and not a staple gun.
No wonder Obama is now governing largely by executive order. The shiftless good-for-nothings in the House often don't even show up for their jobs, letting their empty seats collect dust, while tooling around in federally-financed limos blaring Church music through open windows.
I came to Washington to do nothing, and I rose through the Republican ranks while doing nothing. Doing nothing became second nature to me. But in these last two years, I did in fact lose my way. I now see this.
If these look familiar, it's because they are also the seven stages of grief.
My father had a huge number of friends, many of whom he had known since high school. He served as the best man in no less than nine weddings. Yet like many comedians, my father's humor hid an inner sadness, part of which I now understand, part of which is still a mystery.
1. Find a toddler. They're usually the two-foot-high maniacs running around the house with a fistful of Goldfish screaming, "Mine! Mine! Mine! Nooooo! Wahhh!" before crashing face-first into the coffee table.
By Jerry Zezima When I was about 12 years old, my father and I had The Talk. It was such a traumatic experience that I remember only two things about...
I can't exactly say that I'd like to go back and relive the era of the 60s. Then again, right now I'm experiencing a different kind of 60s, and between the two I'll take the first one -- cannabis-stained knuckles, fingers, and hands -- hands-down!