Posts in category "Parenting"

Share This With Every Gun Lover You Know

Dear Gun Lover, You’re not safer in your house with that gun in there.You’re just not. And you’re not being “proactive” teaching your kids how to handle weapons, either. What you’re doing is endangering all of us, and when I say all of us, I mean ALL of us. I showed my 11-year-old this video... Read more »

A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells of Passion For The Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 3

A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells of Passion For The Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 3
Click here to read Part 1 Click here to read Part 2 In the hospital, the last thing Henry could remember about the accident was taking a turn too wide and having to make a choice: stay left and hit the hay bales or cut right into a pack of riders. He wasn’t wearing leathers... Read more »

A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells of Passion For A Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 2

A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells of Passion For A Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 2
…Continued from Part 1 …Click here to read Part 3 “Christine Wolf! Christine Wolf! Christine Wolf!” “Yeah? That’s me!” I’m standing on an incline looking down at the crowd below. Did I seriously miss Henry coming down the hill? He probably wants to get into the rental car to get the lunch we packed. Jesus.... Read more »
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A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells Of Passion For The Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 1

A Love Letter To Longboarding: Swells Of Passion For The Sport That Nearly Killed My Son. Part 1
This blog post was written for ChicagoNow’s June 25th Blogapalooza Hour with the prompt, “Write a love letter, but it can’t be to a person.” Click here for all the love letters from this month’s CN Blogapalooza Hour. Dear Longboarding, This isn’t an easy letter to write, especially since I’ve judged you so harshly for... Read more »

Women and Friendship: How To Stay Connected After Kids Leave The Playground

Women and Friendship: How To Stay Connected After Kids Leave The Playground
Some of the very best female friendships blossom in the sunshine, downpours and snowstorms of chaotic, after-school playgrounds. They’re formed by women who notice when someone looks tired…or dressed up…or sick…or worried. The ones who keep an eye on your kids when you’re running late or let you know someone’s mother just passed away or... Read more »

Am I The ONLY Mom Sad About School Starting?

“Can you believe how this summer’s just flown by?” my mother asked during a recent phone call. “It’s funny,” I said, “but it’s actually felt like the longest summer of my life.” With three kids under the age of 16, I’ve spent the better part of these past three months driving kids to and from... Read more »
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Princess Kate Still Has a Baby Pooch!

Princess Kate Still Has a Baby Pooch!
After delivering 3 babies, I’ve been intrigued amazed stunned shocked embarrassed horrified  fascinated by the fact that I look 8 months pregnant following expulsion. You heard me. I thought it was just because I was 5 feet tall. I thought it was just because I ate to my heart’s gestational content. I thought it was... Read more »

PLAN Is The New Four-Letter Word

PLAN Is The New Four-Letter Word
Hi. My name is Christine, and I overuse the phrase, “What’s the plan?” I should have figured this out sooner, but using the word PLAN sets off a firestorm in my house. I use the word all the time, and it only gets me into trouble: When my teens ask to hang out with friends,... Read more »

Whispers In The Wind. Real Quotes Heard By Real Moms.

Whispers In The Wind. Real Quotes Heard By Real Moms.
Trust me. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I wanted to. June 10, 2013 From the 13-year-old daughter: “Remember that time you brought that Rice Krispie Treat cake into my class when I was 11? You were such a cool mom back then.” From the online banking service (via email): “Your account is overdrawn.”... Read more »
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My Dreams Of Motherhood

My Dreams Of Motherhood
I am four years old, pressing a toy bottle into the tiny hole of my doll’s mouth. Slowly, the disappearing “milk” vanishes. The bottle is empty and my baby is fed. My work feels important and magical. I dream that night that I am a mother. Now I am in college. A scare. Please, God,... Read more »