Getting blunt with my daughters, because #metoo.

Getting blunt with my daughters, because #metoo.

“You have to learn to tell the server what you want,” I insisted. She winced. “Go on…” No dice. For some reason, my outspoken, truth-telling, totally-not-shy ten year old is having issues asking for a waffle at the neighborhood diner. This is the diner where we know...
On having a 9/11 birthday

On having a 9/11 birthday

I still meet expectant moms from time to time who share, with trepidation, that their due date is somewhere around today and they’d prefer any other delivery date at all. So I tell them I understand. I tell them it’s my birthday. And then I tell them what my dad said...