Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

All I really wanted for Mommy Day was a necklace made of plastic beads and macaroni, something I could wear with an evening gown to feel a little Overboard, a la Goldie Hawn. This want felt like it had grown…

I just dug up this post from my archives (I still can’t believe I’ve been blogging for over eight years now) because for the past few days I keep circling back to this message; I’ve been hearing it everywhere. Perhaps…

Your Child’s Strengths is one of my favorite books, and my love for it really has nothing to do with children. Most “find your strengths” books come in Business Flavor, with strategies on leadership and how to energize your existing…

Work brings Phil to New York for the next two weeks. He left yesterday, so today was day one as single mom. I’m happy to report that I avoided both wine and drugs—aside from the hormones I’m taking that make…

I don’t want to be this mother, and I caught myself doing it, adding to the very atmosphere and co-created relationship I hate. I heard myself competing with another mother.
I’m a Montessori psycho. I actually went to Michael’s, sorted…

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Sir Luke surprised me this morning. I wasn’t drilling, just probing, assessing how much these sweet beans know. What do yellow and red make? “Orange,” he said without looking up. Blue and yellow? “Green.” Scoop of vanilla, scoop…

In the shower today, I thought about what I’d want my New Year’s resolution to be. In the past, I would’ve planned for this decision and not left it until the DAY OF to decide, “Who do I want to…

Being disorganized has its merits. Today, for example, while combing through my GSD (Getting Shit Done) list, I stumbled upon this blog post, one I never posted, and it brought some insight into my December…
I owe Phil. Something big,…