First Mother’s Day

First Mother’s Day

“People should know,” the therapist said, “parenting is not gratifying.” I released an awkward “HA!” Did he just say that? Out loud? New mothers really shouldn’t hear this. Or any mother, rookie or veteran. The proclamation was irresponsible. (And thrilling.) And...
You Can Do Dinner

You Can Do Dinner

You’ve made it to the grocery store. Start in the produce section with the endless plastic bag hoo-ha before hitting canned goods. Don’t use up your reserves. You’ve a long journey. Next up, heavy lifting in aisle thirteen. My troop bathes in red sauce, apparently,...
We Always Have Sea World

We Always Have Sea World

I love to travel more than anyone in Austin. It’s a bold statement but I’m resolute. For our honeymoon twenty years ago, my husband and I splurged and flew to Italy. We spent two weeks romping around Florence, Tuscany and the Amalfi Coast. Our travel agent (remember...
Team Dishwasher

Team Dishwasher

We are a mostly “individual sport” type of family. Drawing, Spotify-listening, solo excavations into our own imaginations — that sort of thing. But I do long for moments of us working as a team. There was the sharing of the remote that one movie night. I don’t...
To The Peace Rock!

To The Peace Rock!

Like good Austin parents, we sent our kids to an enlightened preschool. And I mean this in the best possible way. The kids called the teachers by first names, they celebrated birthday fruit instead of cupcakes, and conflicts were “discussed” in lieu of discipline.  On...
O’ Christmas Tree(s)

O’ Christmas Tree(s)

When I married my hunky Jewish husband, he had no idea I was such a Christmas-head.   We’ve had our holiday issues. Said hunk wasn’t that into my Christmas tree. In fact, not at all, bless him.   But as our years together seasoned, my tree collecting...
To Pie or Not To Pie

To Pie or Not To Pie

Yes, yes. First— it was the pandemic. Then the long summer with nowhere to go. Certainly, the kids never departing the house for school added to the extra cinnamon roll or seven. So, I radicalized myself. I stopped eating anything with flour or sugar. You got it. The...
Dressed To Kill

Dressed To Kill

My mother hated Halloween. We never understood why. It started in July when the costume catalogues arrived. Mom would tap the page of a benign Snow White or fireman, wary but hopeful. We would balk at her simple dreams.   My sister chose Mickey Mouse one year. But her...
Speed Aging

Speed Aging

All I want to do is be a grandmother. I’ve got my name picked out: Nana. It’s not original but it’s comfy. I have nineteen bins of children’s books ready for reading to littles on my lap. But it’ll be a while before grandmother status. My kid is only twelve. Most of...
The Breakup

The Breakup

Summer is winding down, so this past week I sat down with myself for a good long chat. It wasn’t hard. I was, after all, available. But because this was going to be a formal chat, I made myself consult the paper calendar and booked a time. Monday morning looked good....
OK Is the New Great

OK Is the New Great

July is made for watering holes. My favorite is the Blue Hole in Wimberley. Over the years, I’ve forgiven the state for requiring an entry reservation. I remind myself it’s a privilege, slipping into silky green water so cold it makes you believe summer is, in fact,...
Dad Directions

Dad Directions

Summer came with a driver’s license the year I turned sixteen. Thrilling, full of freedom. I hit the road. Unfortunately, I’d never paid attention to directions. We didn’t have Google. or GPS, I had my dad. He charted paths to the moon for NASA. The guy was a human...
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