In the years since my mom died, I watched my friends rely on their own moms to help care for their young children, seek advice and tell them every once in a while that they were doing a good job. I don't think anyone ever told me that. I knew mom would have, but where the hell was she?
If you are an adorable girl living in one of many affluent zip codes around this country, a pair of Uggs is de rigueur footwear. I live in one of those zip codes. But my 8-and-10-year-old daughters know, for sure, that they will never, ever have a pair of Uggs.