My daughter is about to become a bat mitzvah, literally translated, daughter of the commandments. It’s odd, if not ironic, because she’s already literally the daughter of two nonbelievers, as well as the granddaughter of […]
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she will rock you—if there’s time
My daughter is running for student council president. I’m torn. She’s a great kid who will do a great job. But when will she have the time? I used to tsk at all those moms […]
the spot on the wall
part two For breakfast Monday morningI cook my daughter oatmeal perfect ratio of salt to sugar to oatsserved with teaspoon, splash of creambecause I am a bad motherout of milk since Friday. I scrub the […]
oldies are goodies
My mother worked outside the home before any other mother I knew. She was a school teacher when I was little. Later, she took a job with some architects, as a secretary, sure, but she […]
the order of the teen-ix (xii)
This is where it starts to get hairy, literally. On Wednesday, my eleven-year-old daughter became—whisper it—twelve. On Twelfth Night, the anniversary of my own epiphany, Serena Joy Utah Miller began her after-dinner chores by dropping […]
bmm: bad mommy moments
In the following story, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Photos are for illustration purposes only and do not depict actual persons or television shows. A friend of mine, Mary, is a […]
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