Hanging by a Thread

Match-a-mania: A mother's disease?

I promised myself I would never do this: but my children have matching jammies. Several pairs of matching jammies, in fact. Blue stripes, pink stripes, a cute vacation print with cameras and postcards. Uh, they also had coordinating dresses for their last two portraits together. Hot pink tropical prints for summer, burgundy taffeta at holiday time.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Another day completed! Congratulations!

We are a generation of well-educated whining women. At least, some days, thatâs the way I feel about us mothers (me most definitely included).

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Mother's Little Helper

I wasn't yet born when the Rolling Stones were singing about "mother's little helper," and I certainly don't know the genesis of the expression, but I'll tell you one thing: I understand the concept and why it came about. Because I don't have to tell you that motherhood can be painful. And that's why this mother now has a little helper.

Posted 1 yr. ago.

Cleanliness is next to American-ness?

I have always loved the domestic arts, and I love to clean. Give me a sponge, baking soda, and some elbow grease, and I can wash away the day's problems. And now that my children are old enough, they even join in with a microfiber cloth or a feather duster. We dance to some Dolly Parton while we work.