Archive for August 2015

But How Can I Leave Him?

But How Can I Leave Him?
We’re going on our very first trip without the baby. I’m terrified. No, that’s not fair. I’m not terrified. I’m nervous. I know he’ll be in great hands with my folks. They’re even flying from Florida to Chicago to stay in our house so Harrison has all his own stuff and routines while we’re gone.... Read more »

You're Doing a Good Job

You're Doing a Good Job
I received a message the other day from a friend I went to community college with—the younger sister of a friend I did theatre with in Florida. She wrote to tell me that something I’d said once about Harrison had inspired her to write a song for her upcoming album. She told me, “I hope... Read more »

A Letter to the New Bathroom Tenants

A Letter to the New Bathroom Tenants
Dear Tiny Spiders, First of all, I regret to inform you that your mother has done you a disservice by hatching you near my bathroom light. I have an irrational fear of spiders of all sizes and will swat at you and squash you with whatever object I find nearby in a blind panic. Furthermore,... Read more »
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Wasting His Naps

Wasting His Naps
Ugh. Readers, friends, I have to take a moment to vent to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s irrational, silly-assed me. I’ve wasted another one of my son’s naps. I generally await the time when Harrison falls asleep each day with a mounting list of exciting things I could do.... Read more »

Mysteries of the Park

Mysteries of the Park
I, like many other parents, enjoy taking my little one down to the park when the weather is nice. What awaits us there, however, has become a puzzle for me. Allow me to explain. Our neighborhood is made up of primarily Polish residents, with a few Mexican households rounding out the rest of the homes... Read more »