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.


Theater Review: Billy’s Globe House’s “Goldilocks and the Three Clowns”

“Brush your HAIR,” I told my kids yesterday morning. “We are going to the THEATER.” It’s hard to imagine more wonderful words than, “We are going to the THEATER,” isn’t it? Especially after a week like this one. Lately, the Rhodes family really hasn’t done much brushing of anything. To quote an old favorite, it’s…   read more