1. A partner who's really into cooking the turkey (this is not a euphemism).
I marched off to the drawer where the office supplies were, grabbed the giant pair of adult scissors and returned to stand directly in front of her. I grabbed a fistful of hair from the crown of my head and chopped it as close to the scalp as I could
My husband always has the option of changing careers. My son can never change who he is. But my son and other black boys need allies in uniform to protect him. Allies like his father.
Thank you for his face. His gummy smiles and belly laughs. Thank you for his gentleness. His arms around my neck and whispered, "I love you." Thank you for his strong will. For a voice loud enough to scream and cry. For healthy limbs strong enough throw all the blocks on the floor.
Photo Courtesy: Tania Leskovar-Owens. I love the holidays. I do. Yet with all the bustle between holiday-shopping-parties-school functions and ...
We are creating a generation of kids who are folding under the pressure. After all, by definition, most people who take part in competitions lose. As the testing starts earlier, this also makes for divided classrooms. Children who don't do well right away tend to write themselves off early on.
As an immigrant, I appreciated the importance of the Thanksgiving holiday as a uniquely American tradition. Our extended family adapted to the fervor that came with preparations for this holiday.
What we focus on grows. Shedding light on the positive aspects of your child continues for many years to come. Believe in them even when they don't believe in themselves. When you wake up in the morning, before the day gets hectic, spend a moment visualizing your child.
I learned about guardian angels as a girl. Having my own heavenly helper is a notion that has comforted me many times over the years. I have never believed in the angelic more strongly then when my grandson Logan arrived.
"See, the Tooth Fairy has to have another job to support this tooth habit of hers. Wednesdays are the day that she works as a spy for the government. Because she's so small she can do lots of really important jobs that normal humans can't, and they pay her very well."
As an adult, I am now able to understand and process a lot of which wasn't explained to me as a child. My mother makes me smile. She's the strongest woman I know.
When you start life as an at-home parent your infant, silence is inevitable and expected. Sure, there's crying and cooing, but unless you're caring for other kids at the talking age, you have no one to actually converse with when at home.
My daughter's entire leg and foot is covered in poop, there's poop up her back, my arm is covered in poop and my middle finger has a giant poop-nugget on it, and I realize that if I turn it around and point it at myself, that pretty much sums up my current situation.
As Thanksgiving approaches and we prepare to make a family feast, our tenth in the lovely dining room at Lyman House -- the home built long ago for one of my predecessors -- I think of how it is we landed in this place and of the advice Seth, my husband, gave me once, long ago, which has helped make hard spots easier.
This year, we're doing something different. No forcing ourselves to muster platitudes when we really don't feel like it. No mumbling half-hearted blanket statements. No, this year, we're acknowledging head-on all that drives us crazy every day.
There is the ultimate hope that turkey actually has that sleeping ingredient in it and it will magically make our kids Close. Their. Freaking. Eyes.