Old School Posts

• Profanity Insanity

  Once upon a time, there was a young girl. A smart girl. Savvy in her own way. She wandered the halls of her world with a proud and predictable mixture of confidence and naivete. She had strong and snappy reactions to things. To people. To events. To disappointments. She peppered her sentences an

• ILI Interview: Angie of All Adither

  I've said it before. And here I am saying it again: One of my very favorite elements of blogging is encountering new and interesting people and having new and interesting conversations. Enter self-proclaimed "writer, mom, graphic designer and lawyer's wife" Angie of the wonderful, "honest and earnes

• Good for Kris. But What About Katy?

  Talk about the American Dream. In the event that you've been living under a big fat rock, 23-year-old Arkansas cutie Kris Allen (think: Justin Timberlake meets John Mayer) won season 8 of American Idol last night. And it seems that Kris was just as shocked as the rest of us were. Yes, his r

• The Grass Is Greener

  “Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.” Hal Borland You know what?  The grass is greener.  In bucolic Wayne, Pennsylvania, that is.  Frankly, the grass is greener almost anywhere.  Because most grass is greener than no grass.  B

• Philosophical Pole Dancing

  I am not supposed to be here. No. I am supposed to be cooking up Reading Group Questions for LIFE AFTER YES. But I woke up this morning feeling extra-rebellious, so instead of concocting questions, I am here, writing about pole dancing. Pole dancing? Yes. Kind of. Over the past week, people aroun

• Honeymoon Hangover

  Back home. Miles from sandy beaches and epic sunshine. Surrounded by that well-worn rainbow of toys and books. On the other side of Labor Day. The air is crisp with the promise of fall and new beginnings. Children buzz through the streets, burning the last of summer energy before school. And the

• Pathetiquette

  CONFESSION: I am not good at writing thank you notes. In fact, I'm pretty bad at it. Growing up, I never wrote them. On Christmas morning, I would sit there in my parents' living room, amid a swirl of sisters and ribbons, clutching a tiny pad, pen cocked, ready to record all the gifts I got.

• Bump Ahead

  Today was Toddler's first official day of school. We are phasing in and it was only forty-five minutes and there were only five kids, but still. It was her first day. And everything went smoothly. Too smoothly. I want my baby back. She woke up this morning very excited, almost bouncing. The immed

• Dear Fathers

  Dear Fathers, Tomorrow is your day. Enjoy it. Put away the BlackBerry and the briefcase. Close the laptop. Turn off ESPN. Let the day roll by in slow motion. Look. At your kids. Study them. Their smiles, their eyes, their elbows, their pinky toes. Listen. To the laughter, the songs, the com

• The Dora Dilemma

  National Turn-Off-Tune-In Week began Monday.  Apparently, I missed the memo.  But thanks to Lisa Belkin over at The NYT's Motherlode, I'm now aware that for the past three days, it was my mandate to forego the flatscreen.  Oops. Truth is even if I had gotten this message (one endorsed by a bev