I paced back and forth in front of my son’s first grade classroom, waiting for his teacher to finish talking to another child’s parents. My husband tries to come to as many parent-teacher conferences as work permits, but I’d scheduled …
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I learned a little about the way I write this last week. I like juggling several projects at once right up until the irreversible moment when I hit terminal mental velocity. Then I drop all the balls and hide under …
A Laundry Mountain, Falling Leaves and the Synopsis Read more »
It’s Tuesday afternoon. He runs into my room wearing cleats, shin guards and socks that are so long on his still tiny legs that they reach up over his knees and need to be folded over. I sigh and follow …
3:33 p.m. The phone rings. I grimace. My mother-in-law blurts out that she is “running just a few minutes late.” Our appointment with my son’s pediatrician, the aging but still brilliant Dr. Marple, is at 4:30 p.m. and we have …
It was 6 o’clock. Ben sat at the kitchen table in his pajamas. As punishment for throwing rocks and biting another kid, he had spread mulch outside and then received an early bath. I glanced at my husband and said, …
If you could take a magic pill that would make it all better, would you? Or if you could give your troubled, or autistic, or ADHD child a magic pill that would fix all her troubles, would you? Would you …