hermommie and the order of the feedus
Today, my daughter, Hormonie, is thirteen. She may think January 6th, the Epiphany, is about her, but it’s all about me. Hermommie woke up looking like a Death Eater, the…
verklempt
photo by Steven ParkeMy daughter became a bat mitzvah a little over a week ago, and I can't find the words to describe how I feel about it: about our…
Broken
Bur first, an interview with the Ripstick Queen, two and a half years ago. Note: the helmet and wrist guards, the mother running beside the daughter to check for cars.It…
come by here
My daughter is about to become a bat mitzvah, literally translated, daughter of the commandments. It’s odd, if not ironic, because she’s already literally the daughter of two nonbelievers, as…
she will rock you—if there’s time
My daughter is running for student council president. I'm torn. She's a great kid who will do a great job. But when will she have the time?I used to tsk…
summer lovin’, had me a blast
Today, I nearly suffocated in my daughter’s room, buried alive under a mountain of clothing, a lot of it gorgeous, most of it too small. Half still had tags; the…
the spot on the wall
part twoFor breakfast Monday morningI cook my daughter oatmeal perfect ratio of salt to sugar to oatsserved with teaspoon, splash of creambecause I am a bad motherout of milk since…
the spot on the wall
part oneI told a friend I was having a bit of an identity crisis. I’m not sure what I am—an author, a photographer, a mosaic artist, just another creative Libra…
oldies are goodies
My mother worked outside the home before any other mother I knew. She was a school teacher when I was little. Later, she took a job with some architects, as…
the order of the teen-ix (xii)
This is where it starts to get hairy, literally. On Wednesday, my eleven-year-old daughter became—whisper it—twelve. On Twelfth Night, the anniversary of my own epiphany, Serena Joy Utah Miller began…
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