Mommy A to Z

It had been a while since I’d been to a networking event. After freelancing for eight years, I was back at work full-time, and I’d been invited to an evening industry event. I was a little worried I wouldn’t know anyone. Or that I’d be underdressed. Or spill wine on my business cards. But what…

“When I grow up, I’ll be a man,” you shout, a smile beaming from your sweet face. I tickle your belly, barely covered these days by your favorite, faded Superman tee. “Yes,” I say, trying to smile, “one day you’ll be a man.” I continue to smile, but I grow quiet, filled with thoughts I…

On the last night I ever spent with her, my grandmother showed me her “brag book.” It was a thick photo album, overflowing with cards and letters she had collected over 24 years as an office and archives manager. She had saved everything, from menus for office parties she had planned to notes from supervisors…

I’m lucky. My daughter is still young. Right now boys are just friends with whom you arrange playdates, not real dates. Her future plans involve having 100 children whom I will babysit while she goes to work as a teacher/astronaut/fashion designer/Mommy. The romantic lead in this scenario is an unidentified male character called “Husband” who…

I’ll never forget that moment. I sat in my doctor’s exam room, eagerly awaiting a first glimpse of my baby’s heartbeat. I imagined watching it, a tiny flicker on the screen, feeling instantly connected to the life inside me. I never imagined the doctor looking at me and saying, in his most clinical voice, “I’m…

Recently, my husband and I celebrated our nine-year wedding anniversary. Looking back at those late-twenties versions of ourselves, I can’t help reflecting on how things have changed. Before having kids, my husband and I used to spend our time strolling through art galleries, biking through the countryside and jet-setting to Paris for wine and baguettes.…

They speak without filter. Act on every whim, no matter how crazy. And yet they’re always forgiven — because, well, everybody loves them. No, I’m not talking about Charlie Sheen. I’m talking about those tiny bundles of mischief, curiosity and boundless energy known as toddlers. While their actions may get them in trouble now and…

I had it pretty good growing up. As an only child, I was the star of the show. Every event in my life — from my first school play to my college graduation — elicited a frenzy of photography from the parental paparazzi. Each milestone was carefully documented in an endless series of photo albums…