I do windows. Unfortunately, I do them every couple of years, which gives the windows plenty of time to get dirty, and even then it is clear that I don't do them very well because I have always considered the job a pane in the glass.
Do I have to explain myself to my own son now that I am just about to turn 60? I gave him the "mom stare" -- you know the one (trust me, muscle memory brings it right back no matter how many years it's been since you have needed it).
In late December, my daughter Annie asked me how to repair a poorly-mounted drawing I'd made for her some dozen years ago. The drawing was my attempt to illustrate a favorite poem of ours, "Days," by the English poet Philip Larkin.
It's easy to pretend that the phrases "girly girl" or "boys will be boys" don't exist or don't mean anything, but they do. Whatever the speaker's intent, these phrases, which I've used myself, are limiting.
I am afraid of what my son will and will not look like because in a lot of ways, this will determine how I will have to parent him, to prepare him for the world. Will he "pass" as white, as Jewish, as his father is? Or on a dark night coming home from a party, will his face betray him?
On September 21, 2014, we sent a public records request to the Louisiana Department of Education, requesting the number of school corporal punishment incidents for the 2011-2014 school years. On October 29, 2014, we received the data. It was revealing.
I mean, really, what woman is going to be good enough for my son? And if there is such a woman, is she going to love him as unconditionally as I do? I shudder at the thought, which is crazy, because I'm trying to put a nice gentleman into the world, not a neurotic momma's boy.
Being a single mother it becomes more of a struggle because I have to be the female role model for my daughter and the male role model for my sons. Some days it's hard, and other days it's very clear what I expect from my boys.
At 50, the Oscar-winning actress is funny, beautiful, hot, talented and has Hollywood eating out of the palm of her hand. High50's Alexa Baracaia looks at why everyone loves America's sweetheart, Sandra Bullock.
My husband and I were in Seattle recently visiting our son and daughter-in-law. My son was debating whether or not to take a position he had been offered at a large increase in salary. We were discussing it and he made the statement, 'But I don't know how many lunches I have left.'
This Father's Day, I can finally say that I am at peace with Dad. Thanks to two friends -- angels on Earth really -- one of whom, was a complete stranger who helped me let go of the unsettled business I had with pops.
My rationale for this exercise was originally motivated by fear, a fear of 22 of us rummaging through my mom's house grabbing things, squabbling over items, etc. But, in reality, there was nothing to worry about. Dividing Mom's property wasn't messy. It was memorable -- in a good way.
My mom has been gone for over 20 years now, so it's not like I would be repeating an incident from yesterday. But she ticked off what I'd said, and I thought, Wow, I do do that. Without even realizing it, every day I'm leaning on, laughing at and listening to my mom.
Be explicit. When you hold your own "I" in check, help him notice: "Waiting on this line is so annoying. I feel like yelling at the lady behind the counter, but she's doing her best. Besides, I'm not the only one who has to wait."
Applying for college is very stressful -- not just for your sister, but also for your mom and dad. If they're like most parents I've met, who spend a lot of time and energy helping their kids, it might feel as if they are being judged.