Old School Posts

• The Luxury of Being Lost

  Two weeks from today, my debut novel Life After Yes hits shelves. I tell you this because, yes, I have plunged into that filthy pool of shameless self-promotion. (Ick.) But I also tell you this because this incontrovertible fact, the close proximity of publication, is affecting me. (Translati

• Digital Natives: Amazing or Alarming?

  Baby knows how to play (age-appropriate) video games on my iPhone. She is very good at these games. Toddler knows how to surf the Internet; her latest fascination is, appropriately, Halloween costumes on Amazon. Toddler's preschool has a computer lab. She had her very first computer class of the

• What Happens on Wednesdays...

  I am not a bad mom. As much as I like to preach about imperfections and insecurities, I am actually reasonably proud of my parenting skills.  Why? Because my girls are happy and healthy and growing and learning and all those good things.  And, you know what? I have something to do with this, ri

• Lipstick & Heels On a Little Boy

  Last weekend, we had some friends over to our new place. My friend asked me a simple question, "What do you think about little boys having little strollers?" I told her I thought it was fine. "Me too," she said. "As long as the stroller is blue." It was a simple, unremarkable exchange. But it

• Sudden or Slow?

  If you are craving silly strokes and uplifting words, come back another day. I know I'm hard to pin down. One day, I talk about hairy omelets and the next, death. Yes, death. If you do not want to read about death, or think about it, click away. I won't be offended. Everyone seems to be dying

• Bad Samaritan

  Last night, Husband and I attended a wonderful benefit in a glorious ballroom downtown. On Wall Street. During dinner, I sat between one of my very best friends - who is due soon with her first child - and another woman I know, but not very well. There were two no-shows at our table and, as a re

• Confession: I Breastfeed My Blog

  Sure I do.  Because my blog is my baby.  And everyone - the media, the fellow moms, the scientists - keeps telling me that breast is best. That nursing this being is a labor of love and good in the long run.  That if I sacrifice sleep in these early days, that if I invest this time and energy up

• The Holidays Are History. (I Stepped on the Scale.)

  I don't know about you, but I am a bit relieved that the holidays are over. We Rowleys have been racing since the middle of November and I'm ready to slow down a bit. I'm also ready to reacquaint myself with discipline. When it comes to writing, and to other things. Like eating. Yup. So cliche

• Introducing Big, Middle & Little

  Then indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days. Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute; What you can do, or dream you can, begin it; Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Like many of you, I am often - too often - inde

• My Girls

  I admit it: Yesterday's post was a bit heavy. And that makes sense. Its words fell from a heavy place. I didn't mean to be overly dramatic, or cryptic, or alarming. I just meant to say that I went through something big, and hard. That I stepped out of my own mind and acted. That I helped someone