Old School Posts

• What Not To Say

  Forgive me, but I have conversation on the brain. It's not a crime. But it might be an obsession. While we were away in South Carolina for the holiday weekend, I had a little chat with Toddler that I can't seem to get out of my mind. It was a tiny exchange, a sweet little Mommy-Daughter Momen

• Five Chicks

  Happy Easter from the Rowley five! (Does Toddler have a wee bit o' talent or what? :))

• Clarity & Confusion

  Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood. Henry Miller This is one of those moments, rare and raw, when it all makes sense. When I feel my feet on the ground. When my eyes see what's before me and what's well beyond. I am at Starbucks. At a small table at th

• Happy Birthday, Ivy League Insecurities!

  Alas, here I am breaking my absolutely-no-blogging-on-weekends mandate. And for very good reason. One year ago today, I started this blog. I had zero clue what I was doing, but that didn't deter me. I sat down. At this desk. At this computer. And I wrote. I wrote my inaugural post called

• I Am Not a "Chinese Mother"

  I do not claim to be a perfect mother. Or to know what it means to be a perfect mother. Or to believe in the existence of Perfect Mothers. But I will say one thing: I am not mean to my girls. Do I snap from time to time - out of exhaustion or exasperation? Of course. I'm only human. But I ha

• Sugar High

  The sugar consumption around here is at a record high. Our cupboards are stocked with jelly beans and chocolate. What's the occasion? Potty training. That's right. Baby is doing it. With the wee one due in seven weeks (gulp), I figured let's give it a shot. And so. I broke out that pink plastic

• A Big Secret. A Little Fire.

  You lose it if you talk about it. Ernest Hemingway It's been an interesting few days. On Monday, while talking to someone I know and respect, I told her about an idea I have for a personal/professional challenge/project. When I told her the idea, her eyes lit up and she asked to hear more. And s

• A Barbie Cake & A Battered Nose

  If you are on the fence about whether to have kids, and do not want to be decidedly pushed off (into no kids pasture), quit reading now. Deal? I kid. Kind of. Of course I'm kidding. Kind of. Okay, not really. Friday was quite the day. It was Middle Girl's third birthday party at the carou

• The School for Making People

  Parents teach in the toughest school in the world -- The School for Making People. You are the board of education, the principal, the classroom teacher, and the janitor. Virginia Satir Until moments ago, I was sitting at my desk pouting that I didn't know what to write. Some days? I have a

• Party Like A Rock Star

  Last night, I partied like a rock star. Well, not really. I did attend the launch party of my friend and celebrity event-planner extraordinaire Jes Gordon's book Party Like A Rock Star though. So there was a party. And I went to it. And being there, amidst many people who are far cooler than I a