49 Uncomfortable-ish Questions with Mom My daughter and THE SIXTH STORM co-author Libby Findling made a short film that’s screening at film festivals this year and hopefully next year! Synopsis: “On an afternoon while running errands, Libby Findling interviews her beloved mother about life, love and other miscellaneous uncomfortable questions.” VIEW FILM HERE Screenings: BendFilm…
“Ever go on vacation and wish you’d be someone else for the week? Just really get away from it all, including yourself? Last year, my oldest daughter spent our Hawaiian vacation being a boy.” That’s the first paragraph of my essay “What Happens in Hawaii Stays in Hawaii,” which is on Brain, Child Magazine. I wrote…
For her seventh birthday last week, Chicken Little got two fancy dresses from her aunt. There exists a longstanding family debate that Little might actually be my sister’s daughter instead of mine. It’s true that at the time of Little’s birth all three of us were in the room. Still, I’m pretty sure I remember…
These days in parenthood, the best conversations are spontaneous, child-generated and fleeting: a hilarious romp you’d better get in on while you can. In the car, on the way home from Fred Meyer: Chicken Noodle: Mom, did you kiss a guy and not marry him? Me: Yes. I kissed several guys and didn’t marry…
Cooking With Children, The Graphic Novel Part II: Fire! (See yesterday’s post for Part I) Little leapt on top of me at six a.m. “Mom! Let’s make the chili! Chili! Chili! Chili!” “Urghh,” I responded. I hauled myself out of bed and poured a cup of coffee, completely aware that I was not awake at…
Cooking with Children, The Graphic Novel Part I: Ugly Pie Those who know me know I hate to cook. I say it’s because I have better things to do, but it might just be that I suck at it. My sister can cook a gorgeous Christmas dinner for 12 in heels, diamonds and a…
This morning, Chicken Little took one of my business cards. She crossed out “author” and “writer” under my name and wrote “my mom.” You know it, baby. Best job ever. www.startsomethinghere.com/learn/ls/
Last night I slept with Bus Chicken. I didn’t really mean to. It sort of just happened. I’ve slept with Chicken Noodle and Chicken Little many times. But never Bus Chicken. Bus Chicken appeared in my bed for the first time last night. She was soft and easy to be with. She didn’t grind her…
This one is even better because it came from my mother.
Last weekend, the sun was shining and the chickens had an idea. “Mom, we’re going to set up a shop in the yard to sell your books!” “Great,” I said. An activity and potential moneymaker all at once, perfect. “How much do they cost?” asked Noodle. “Well, if you buy them at the store…