Home

It always takes me a couple of days to find my footing again. After all of the travel, the adventure, the excitement, home seems… boring. Maybe not boring, but predictable. And I suppose that is the good thing about it. I came home sick — fever, painful ears, cough. I was so jet-lagged after not…

The “Save the Princess” Message Hurts Boys, Too

I have a 5-year-old little boy, a living room filled with boxes of soldiers, swords and Matchbox cars, and a complicated relationship with fairy tales and the princes and princesses who live in them. A part of me loves it when my son decides to play princess. It does happen from time to time —…

Life goes on

The fact that life goes on is both a blessing and just a strange, strange, unfortunate thing. Several times last week I thought that surely I will be dead by morning — from physical and emotional exhaustion, from being cracked open and turned inside-out, from questioning everything that I knew about my life to be…

Waiting

Oh, how I hate to wait. Hate. It. And I am so bad at it. So very, very bad. My parents taught me that in life you don’t get everything you want, right when you want it, but I think it’s something I never learned. I. WANT. IT. NOW. As I am getting older I…

Flight

I am keeping up with the Essay-a-Day challenge, I promise. Yesterday’s essay happened in a notebook after a large glass of wine and before a very long overnight flight, so it’s not exactly ready for public consumption. Like, ever. But now I am sitting in my hotel room in Germany, looking over rooftops and trees…

Sturmfrei

Sturmfrei (adj.) Origin: Germany Lit. “stormfree”; the freedom of not being watched by a parent or superior; being alone at a place and having the ability to do what you want   Well, it’s not my parents or “superiors” that watch me, but still, I will be without supervision next week and wow, I am…

Nightmare

Last night Sam had a nightmare. It’s been a while since he had one — maybe since the winter. For a while he was getting them regularly, thanks to whatever crazy developmental stuff was going on in his little head. But the past few months have been uneventful when it came to his sleep. It’s…

I Let/Don’t Let my Children Play with Toy Guns

I bought my son his first gun when he was barely two years old. It was the first summer that he could walk and he was also really into bubbles. I came across a clear plastic bubble-maker with colorful tubes and wheels inside, and I remember being so excited to bring it home and fill…

Packing

Considering that I travel quite a bit, I am really, really bad at packing. But really,  the problem starts way before I put my suitcase on my bed — a week or two, sometime even a month before a trip when I start to think about where I’m going, what I’m going to be doing, and…

I’m letting my son be in love

My son and I are on our way home from preschool when he breaks the news: He is in love. Miss A is a new teacher at his school. She is young, tall, and beautiful and works over at the “baby room.” But he saw her enough on the playground to know that she is…

Melancholy

It is fitting that October would start out this way. I was hoping for a rainy day because I had enough of the half-warm, half-cool, humid days of September. I wanted sweaters and jeans and shoes — but no socks until November. That’s a rule. I was always — and assume will always be —…