Ground your way to a cleaner house

The children—have I mentioned?—have had a run of bad luck lately. And bad luck is what it is, because none of it is their fault. Just ask them! They will tell you! It’s just that the universe, well, it is cruel. So cruel, in fact, that they are both...

Love remembers

Because I was raised Jewish and then fell into a rather extreme Christian religion in college, when I regained my senses I was (understandly, I think) a bit wary of committing myself to another church. It wasn’t that I didn’t still consider myself a person...

Remind me not to get my hair cut. . .

… any time I have to, say, do anything else. At all. Ever. Listen, I hadn’t had my hair cut since NOVEMBER. I waited as long as I could, because after the relative freedom of cutting all of my hair off a while ago I immediately turned into Goldilocks and...

Better parenting through duct tape

I’m in something of a holding pattern with my children, at the moment. One of the supreme joys of the complicated child (because there are just so many) is figuring out how to balance patience and appropriate consequences. In other words: Misdeeds require...

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