Beth McNichol

Fighting for a Cure

A strange thing happens when I'm on the phone with my mom. My sister calls her at the same time. The reverse is also true. But it's not just a mother-daughter thing. Sometimes, my dad even noses in on the tele-connection we share. My family is as close-knit as they come, so it's no surprise that we find ourselves picking up the phone to talk to one another at the same times and on the same days.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Life in the Fast Lane

Speeding up I-40 and out of town for the Memorial Day weekend, I was reading a story to Randy in Sports Illustrated about IndyCar driver Danica Patrick. "Her father ... had raced snowmobiles and midget cars in his younger days, and he instilled the thrill of speed into his daughters Danica and Brooke, buying each a go-kart when Danica was nine and Brooke seven." Randy's eyes lit up from the driver…

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Having It All, Right Away

My grandmother, no-nonsense mother of seven, had a rule about children: Don't tell them how cute they are all the time; you'll spoil them. She had a special sort of rapport with kids that focused on needs, not wants -- there was no thought of wants because there was no money for wants. And everyone respected her. My own parents had the same approach with my sister and me. We were loved, but not fu…

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Heed the VOM, Be the VOM

I spend a lot of time listening to my inner VOM -- Voice of Mom.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Independence Days

"Where's Mommy? Where'd Mommy go?" MJ wants to know. We're reading a book in which a mommy is mentioned on a page, but not pictured. This is a concept that has bothered her recently. We stop and have a discussion about why the mommy in question has left the page, where she might have gone, and when she might be coming back. I can only assume this is because a juice emergency might suddenly arise w…

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Strong Girl, Girly Girl

My dad, the ultimate sports fan, never blinked when life gave him not one, but two, little girls. Girls? So what. There we were, on his lap at basketball games, sitting beside him at football games, trash talking boys who dared to trash talk our teams. Even now, we have regular daddy-daughter dates at Carolina Hurricanes games (while my Canadian husband stays home with his two daughters ... go fig…

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Say What?

At a friend's birthday party earlier this year, we were lamenting the end of our carefree smart aleck years.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Seize the Sleep

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Posted 1 yr. ago.

I, Mother

Featured blogger Beth McNichol appears every Tuesday.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

about this blog

Beth McNichol

Beth is a TriangleMom2Mom featured blogger, appearing every Tuesday.

Beth is a freelance writer, former magazine editor and a past media relations director for UNC athletics. She wrote high-brow pieces about air-guitar competitions and the true color of Carolina blue before entering the super-chic life of stay-at-home mom to two girls: MJ, 3; and Little L, 1. Beth is married to a nice boy from Toronto, and they are teaching their children how to say “sorry” in both English and Canadian. She is a graduate of UNC and Northwestern and is a native of West Virginia, the first state to observe Mother’s Day. She now resides on the Chapel Hill side of Durham. If you ask her for juice one more time she will scream.