Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every day in some way you feel like a newly fallen turnip. A rookie. A beginner. A little wet behind the ears. When I had a baby, I glanced over my shoulder to discover regurgitated breast milk dripping down my back. That’s when everything — not just motherhood — seemed a little more important. A little more up in a ponytail. A little more up in the air.


She’s Three. Help. Me.

Tonight Madeline snuggled with me on the couch 45 minutes after dinner. Still wearing her princess dress and fresh off a crying jag caused by a run-in with Drew, she was done with the day. So was I. After a 12-hour drive home the day before from Colorado, I was still feeling fuzzy, disembodied and…   read more

Review: Casa’s “Seussical jr.”

You’ll give a loud, spontaneous YOPP after the last note of Casa’s joyful production of “Seussical jr.,” playing now through May 12. A fantastical conglomeration of the best-loved Seuss storylines and characters, “Seussical jr.” hones down the full-length Broadway production into a fast-paced, neon ClifNotes extravaganza. What Kids Will Like Kudos and blessings should be…   read more

Review: Casa’s “Disney’s Winnie The Pooh, Kids”

If you and your kids have a hankering for the simple pleasure of Winnie the Pooh, then follow the rumble in your tummies to Casa Manana’s sweet-as-honey production. The whole gang is here — Christopher Robin, Eeyore, Piglet, Owl, Kanga, Roo, Rabbit, and of course Tigger (a fabulous Scott Zenreich) — and they’re facing existential…   read more

Hello, My Name Is (sort of complicated)

I drove my little self over to the neighborhood elementary school today and wrote Drew’s name down on a sheet of paper. The paper said, “I want my boy to be in Kindergarten here,” but with a lot more words, and then with the Spanish translation of the words. I wrote his name down approximately…   read more

Thin Cuss or Regular?

I always wondered when Drew would utter his first cuss word. Perhaps he would be a teenager breaking off his side mirror at a drive-through while buying hamburgers for a homeless child. Or maybe he would be a young, responsible adult burning his finger on a hot skillet while making bacon for me. Anything done…   read more

Review: Casa’s “Rapunzel! Rapunzel!”

If you’re having a bad day, or worse, a bad HAIR day, nothing will cheer you up like Casa’s production of “Rapunzel! Rapunzel!” Cursed with a name that won’t rhyme with anything, a name that calls to mind similar-sounding words like Ra-pulsive (that actress Alison Hodgson sings about in the delightful “What’s In A Name?”),…   read more

Knee-Deep in Bloody Bonding

The worst thing Madeline can imagine in the entire universe, and then beyond to the universes outside of our known universe, and then on into oblivion, is hurting her knee. She hurt it once. Both knees, really. Fell BAM on the concrete driveway like a linebacker lunging (and missing) his target. The cold SLAP of…   read more

Do Zen and Pediatric Dentistry Go Together? A tale of Awestruck Angst.

If you were to tell me the activities on today’s agenda a week ago, I would have thought that Satan and his worst demons had collaborated on the itinerary. Dentist. Mall. Chuck-E-Cheese. Gordon leaving me at home with Both Things for a two-day conference. Laundry. Even just the first item, Dentist, would have been enough…   read more

2013: A Quiet Itinerary

As I look ahead to 2013, or, to the remaining 361 days of it, I’m a little nervous. This is the first year in a long time where I haven’t been expecting a baby or planning a big vacation, a move, or a coup d’etat. Sure, there might be a show or two, there might…   read more

What’s in A (Nick) Name? I Shudder to Think…

There was a time when I thought nicknames were limited to “Honey,” “Darlin’” (no g, ever), and “Sugar.” Those were the ones I heard my grandparents use the most, and it was sort of lovely to be lumped in with all the other Darlin’s in the family — that no matter who you were, you…   read more