Yesterday I posted this photo on my Facebook page: It was seen and shared over 2000 times. Apparently it struck a nerve. I take no credit for the sentiment – that would go to Dr. Bill Cosby, comedian and philosopher extraordinaire. I do know, however, that no truer words about parenting have ever been spoken….
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Why the Super-sized Soda Ban Is a Bad Idea
Yesterday, the state supreme court of New York struck down Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s ban on gargantuan sugary drinks in New York City. Justice Milton A. Tingling Jr. called the ban “arbitrary and capricious,” citing the difficulty of enforcing the law due to myriad loopholes and exceptions. I applaud the judge’s decision. How much oversight do…
Our Children are not our Masterpieces
Since I am on vacation, I am re-posting this for you to enjoy. Thanks for reading. “There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.” – Chinese proverb I spent the weekend with some of my family, which was, as always, a lot of laughing, a bit of arguing,…
Kids as Adults – a New Kind of Parenting
Being a mother never ends. We all know that. Here I am with two grown kids, and still I worry – not like I did when they were growing up, but they are there, all the time, in my train of thought. Is there a moment as a mother when you aren’t a mother? Are…
Karma – what goes around, comes around
Karma. I learned about it a long time ago when I was in college from a co-worker who, when I told her I had been let go from my job after refusing my boss’s inappropriate sexual advances said of him, “what goes around, comes around.” I thought those words were the most brilliant thing I’d…
Why I Could Never Have Homeschooled my Children – a Response
This week on one of my favorite websites, 12most.com (full disclosure: I am a contributor), there was a fascinating and eye-opening post and follow-up conversation about homeschooling. I voiced my opinion – as I have been known to do – that I believe that public school, when maneuvered correctly and with parental involvement, can offer an…
Six months down the road
He said it often enough. “Six months down the road.” So often that we joked that someday, that would be my father’s epitaph. He was always looking forward, ahead, to the next big thing that would change his life. The “chunk” of money, the “opportunity” to turn his life around. It was always coming,…
