In the third grade my best friend since preschool decided that we could no longer be friends because I wore pants to school instead of skirts... seriously.
I have plenty of follow-up questions for him: What is he looking forward to? What is he nervous about? Will he miss being in elementary school? And so on and so on…
My parents never talked to me about sex or puberty. One afternoon, I jokingly asked my mom about the birds and the bees. She responded by teasing back–threatening to tell me everything. She thought that by not having “the talk”...
The year is 1998 and I’m attending a co-ed birthday party filled with pubescent eleven and twelve-year-olds quarantined to the basement while the parents socialized upstairs. The pizza had been delivered and...
How to Teach Skincare When You Don't Know Much About Skincare
As I navigate puberty with my tweens, I am walking on eggshells. I’m careful not to elevate physical appearance as the most important thing about them. I try not to focus only on the imperfections that are popping up on their faces...
An Old, Rusty Razor & the First Time I Shaved My Legs
During my tween years, I longed to cross the rights of passage into maturity: You know--bras, makeup, deodorant… I had finally reached the age where the only barrier between myself and these pillars of adulthood was...
As parents, we tend to look toward the big conversations with our kids as the moments that will have the greatest impact: those few and far-between thin spaces when they reveal the depths of their hearts with hard questions...
I’ve been a Mom for 9 years and the only constant in my life has been the need to embrace failure. I should’ve known this the first time I let 6-month-old Luci roll off a hotel bed. I put her in the middle of the king-sized mattress...
We’re that family. The ones who like running. We’ll run anywhere, the city, the forest or even on a treadmill. It’s something we’ve done since our college days and now our kids are joining the adventure and WE FREAKING LOVE IT...
Three Things to Remember During Conversations With Your Kids
Luci and I were standing in line at the grocery store when I noticed her fingernails. They looked like dragon talons that had been digging in dirt for 1,000 years. They were so. Freaking. Gross.
My Best Boy is plugging away at this business of being a 13 year old. For some reason, it's as if I expect the magic of osmosis to sweep through the mind of my competent...