Tag Archives: Observations on the human condition
Day Eleven!
Camp Mighty! Here we see the tent in which speakers spoke to us today. I am not a big Oprah fan but I learned a lot from Brian Piotrowicz, a lovely man who works with Oprah and who showed us … Continue reading
My (Most Recent) Liz Lemon Moment
People often bring donations into the library. I’m used to just saying yes to whatever it is someone wants to give me. If the library can use it or sell it, great. We thank them in our prayers each night … Continue reading
It’s a constant series of negotiations
My husband is kind, generous, flexible, hard-working, honest, deeply loyal, and a steadfast protector of everyone he cares about, and every day he works to become a better human being, husband, and father. But sometimes the way he expresses himself … Continue reading
This is probably true
Probably the most useful instruction I’ve gotten in recent years as a traditionally employed human being who deals with the public is this: “Everybody lies.” Especially when confronted, no matter how gently, with a mistake they’ve made, no matter how … Continue reading
I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart
Well, here we are, you looking for something to read and me looking for something to write about. My ovaries? They’re still a little sore, thanks for asking, but the doctor didn’t think my symptoms sounded serious enough to warrant … Continue reading
Dear Diary
Wow, I’ve really let this web site slide. My excuses are legion, but in the end, part of what’s kept me from posting is a slowly growing need for this crazy thing called “privacy.” Have you heard of it? It’s … Continue reading
P-Day
Yesterday was the publication day for “Let’s Panic About Babies!” and I spent it badgering people on Twitter, eating omelets with Alice, harassing a nice young man at the NYU bookstore who knew that five copies of the book just … Continue reading
Two Overheard Conversations
After school First-grade boy standing in a mud puddle #1: Nail polish is for girls. First-grade boy standing in a mud puddle #2: I put on nail polish once. Boy #1: You did?
Coddled egg (head)
I would like to take a moment to acknowledge this web site’s status as a MOMMY BLOG. God, I hate that phrase, but there it is. My own child doesn’t even call me “mommy” — he prefers to poke me … Continue reading
The Tiger Mother Made Me Do It
Amy Chua may be tough enough to keep a couple of little girls and an academic husband in line, but she can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. Not only am I bigger than her, I’m pretty … Continue reading



