‘Are You Going to Give Him a White Name?’

I am ecstatic to have my writing in the New York Times today: http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/12/17/are-you-going-to-give-him-a-white-name/ Feel free to leave comments in the comments section of the post. Did you end up giving your child an ‘ethnic’ name, or did you go for something more ‘western’? Was it a non-issue for you? Do you think parents’ personal experiences playContinue reading “‘Are You Going to Give Him a White Name?’”

That Boy, This Mama

That little boy, The one with bright eyes, Wide and filled with wonder, Watches ever so closely.   When he sees her Mind her manners and Speak with love, He does the same.   When he sees her Confidently swap her apron For a tool belt, He does the same.   When he sees her VoiceContinue reading “That Boy, This Mama”

What I Want to Say to Mothers Who Breastfeed in Public

I’ve done it in some unusual locations — the backseat of my car, public restrooms, even a department store fitting room. I’m not proud of it, of course. But, at the time, it seemed like I had little choice. I could either choose a somewhat private, secluded spot in public to do the deed orContinue reading “What I Want to Say to Mothers Who Breastfeed in Public”

The Heartbreak of ‘Meatless Mothering’

It’s been months since my last outing sans-stroller, and I am delighted to be perusing a non-laminated, non-sticky menu at a ‘grown-up’ restaurant. I skim through it quickly, looking for the small carrot image that will be printed near the entree I will be eating this evening. There’s one. It looks like I’ll be havingContinue reading “The Heartbreak of ‘Meatless Mothering’”

The Joy of Sleeplessness

Every morning, my husband and I engage in the most unromantic of pillow talk conversations: who’s getting up with the baby. I have a history of bad luck when it comes to winning contests. This is the one exception. Nearly every morning, my name is pulled out of the metaphorical hat. I have the goodContinue reading “The Joy of Sleeplessness”

The End of March

As February turned to March, my mind is flooded with memories of this time last year. The end of March is not a birthday or anniversary that I have been celebrating for years; it is a first anniversary. This time last year, my husband had accepted a job offer in San Francisco. I developed anContinue reading “The End of March”

In the Shadows

Doggies are king in my home these days. “Dada,” my son calls them. Whether it’s a fussy diaper change or refusal to wear his pants, all it takes is a reminder that we can’t go out and play with the doggies without either, and, instantly, I’ll see his eyes light up. We’ll be out theContinue reading “In the Shadows”

He’s Nothing Like Me

There are certain things in life where the truth is better left unsaid. And, if you absolutely must say something, you lie. Plain and simple. “Your baby looks nothing like you!” is one of those things. If you catch me on a good day, I will politely smile while mentally slapping you across the face. On aContinue reading “He’s Nothing Like Me”