Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I try to let the kids do their own homework without hovering. They want me to hover, and it would certainly go faster if I corrected them as they went. But, I value the skill of auto-correcting, realizing something isn’t…

Now that Christmas is over, there’s a tree to undress, to toss curbside, wrapping paper to recycle, a New Year’s resolution to avoid. Oh, and the returns, money back, do-overs. Lines, all without the mistletoe or merriment. People become grumpy.…

My day deserves a messy soundtrack, something categorized as metal scream, where you ask politely enough if someone might lower it, only for that someone to defecate on you. I’m still in my pajamas, for starters. Haven’t taken a vitamin…

Far bigger than my balls, I have an enormous set of lungs. I can belt it out with the best of ‘em. That’s right, while other women might go sans bra or honest best friend (who lets you just chafe…

“Mama? What are fossils?”
I have no idea. I mean, I have some idea. I know they are proof, that it’s hardened sand or rock, prints captured. I try to explain this, hoping I’m right. “Fossils? Well, do you know…

Today was preschool orientation. When all was said and done—I feel like I need a private, secretive blog, so I can post honestly about parents/ kids/ the whole lot of ‘em without breaking laws—I asked Lucas and Abigail to tell…

“Wider than it should be. And it will only get wider if you leave it alone.” ‘Nough said.
To likely be told to wait some more. Meanwhile, mama’s got the ‘rhea… Update: September 22, Little Miss will be getting a…

We are officially moving July 6. The trucks arrive THIS WEEKEND. We are not taking the kids’ bedding, so I need Florida replacements. No, wait. That sounds negative. What we need, they need, is to arrive at their new, shared,…