After school, we trekked to the amazing, ever-entertaining VMFA for their latest blockbuster exhibition, “Mummy: Secrets of the Tomb.” Afterward, this conversation…. He-Twin (age 10) : “When I walked into the waiting area before the film [timed intro to the exhibit], it seemed very Egyptian. There were symbols all around the walls, and it was [...]
In the car, in the days preceding Halloween… He-Twin (with kindness): “How come you and Daddy don’t dress up for Halloween? Lots of parents do, you guys should this year.” Mommy: “Well maybe I should get one of those silly beanie hats with a propeller and be a ‘helicopter mom’.” She-Twin (curiously): “What’s a helicopter [...]
It was a Tuesday. Our twins’ very first one. That morning at home began much like the delirious days preceding it: a 7:30am awkward and anxious tandem nursing, followed by double baby burping and dual diapering. As a first-time mom, I was adrift in the new-parent paranoia and hyper analysis of every hiccup and twitch [...]
Think you’re about to read the downhearted diatribe of a woman chagrined by her old-school, old-lady designated title? Think again. Atypical perhaps — but please, call me Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. Excuse me, Ma’am. Could you please pass the nutmeg, Ma’am? Yes, it is a Diet Coke, Ma’am. Believe “ma’am” antiquated? Too stodgy? [...]
A life-long weakling, one who struggled desperately to earn the ever-elusive elementary school brass ring—the Presidential Physical Fitness Award patch—I’m likely the last gal who’d ever describe herself as bodily “strong”. Well, until nearly ten years ago. Nothing quite like dual gestation, delivery—and now—day-to-day dealings with dynamic twins to spur a reassessment of my own [...]
