Posts in category "Mom-ing"

So my eight year old son wrote a joke. Wanna hear it?

So my eight year old son wrote a joke. Wanna hear it?
THE JOKE: There are five cats on a counter. One of them jumps off the counter. How many cats are left on the counter? . . . . . Answer: None. They are all copycats. Have a great weekend! *** That’s my piece, and that’s my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read... Read more »

And then suddenly: a welcome ray of light (No, not because of THAT...)

And then suddenly: a welcome ray of light (No, not because of THAT...)
A ray of light came to me from a most unexpected place, this evening.  No, I’m not talking about the big, beautiful moon in the sky, or that whole “3-0” thing. (Though those things sure didn’t hurt.) Tonight I went to the Local School Council meeting at my son’s Chicago Public School, bracing myself to hear... Read more »

Inauguration Day: Out with the Old Single Mom, in with the new

Inauguration Day: Out with the Old Single Mom, in with the new
Today is a big day in America: Inauguration Day. It marks the changing of the guard in our country, and therefore I will be following suit here on my blog. At 12:00 ET, Old Single Mom will be renamed with a moniker much, much closer to my present truth.  This is a bittersweet moment for me.... Read more »
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"Dad told me there is no Santa Claus. Is that true, Mom?"

"Dad told me there is no Santa Claus. Is that true, Mom?"
We have a “magic” advent calendar in which a tiny festive object appears behind the door marked with the corresponding date. This past Saturday revealed a rubber dragon with gold ribbing. The first thing my 8 year old did when his dad dropped him off that morning was open door “17” to discover that tiny... Read more »

THE BIG FINISH - "I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago"

THE BIG FINISH - "I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago"
“I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago” – a quick review: PART 1: The questionable ambience of the riff-raff seats PART 2: An empowering message from the stage to the women of tomorrow PART 3: “Crap” + “Rap” = “Crapper” PART 4: Oh Brit-Brit and now, the Big... Read more »

"I took my son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 4 of 5)

"I took my son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 4 of 5)
So I took my kiddo to the B96 Jingle Bash last Saturday: PART 1: The charming ambience of the riff raff seats PART 2: A message for the good men of tomorrow PART 3: Crap + Rap = Crapper PART 4: Can we just talk about Britney Spears for a second? First: pop icon – NO... Read more »
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"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 3 of 5)

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 3 of 5)
Saturday, Dec 10: Surprise, kiddo! You’re going to your first concert – the B96 Jingle Bash! And then I’m going to write about it for five days in my blahhhg. Part 1: The charming ambience of the riff-raff seats. Part 2: A message to the good men of tomorrow. Part 3. As the night went on,... Read more »

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" - (Part 2 of 5)

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" - (Part 2 of 5)
This past Saturday night I surprised my 8 year old son with his first real concert: The B96 Jingle Bash with Sean Mendes, Alessia Cara, One Republic, The Chainsmokers, and some act he said he never heard of. (Britney Spears) Here is the second of five short and sweet posts about that epic night: PART 2:... Read more »

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" - (PART 1 of 5)

"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" - (PART 1 of 5)
Howdy. If you’ve been with me for the past few weeks, you know that on Mondays I’ve been posting seven days of little photo essays that I shot and wrote. But last night something happened that deserved its own week: I took my eight year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash PART 1: The surprise... Read more »
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In this week's photo essays, I send in the clowns, marvel at my dog's butt, and prove that my cat is a big jerk

Nov 21, 2016 "It takes a bigger, badder village"<br><br>If you caught <a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/old-single-mom/2016/11/a-selfie-indulgent-photo-journey-through-paisley-park-and-the-maul-of-america/#image/1" target="_blank">last week's post</a>, you saw a picture of one of the houses in the humble German Christmas village from my childhood in front of which I would spend hours and hours and hours making up stories in my head about its villagers. Well, today I thought I'd show you the Christmas village set that my son is growing up with.<br><br>It was my one and only crack-of-dawn Black Friday purchase - made years before I even knew G was headed my way.<br><br>That little boy spends hours and hours and hours....
Welcome to my teeny-tiny photo essays! I started doing this to better remember my kid’s third grade year, but it turns out I really love doing these and might make them forever. Here’s how it goes: I take a picture a day, then write a little nugget to go with it. (This week it just so happened... Read more »