Remember when your parents used to say things to you like, someday, I hope you have a child that’s exactly like you? Well, I did. And one of the most difficult things about parenthood, for me, is having to put up with my own worst qualities on a daily basis. more

By all accounts, my husband and I should have been divorced three years ago. We met in college, then spent two years in a long distance relationship, and then I dropped my entire life and moved to a new city where I didn’t know a soul in order to be with him. more

I got set up recently with a new friend – it was one of those things where we had a million mutual friends in common, all of whom thought we would really like each other, but somehow, our paths had never crossed. She’s funny, I was told, and smart, and she’s a writer, too. You’ll love her. more

This has been a tough week for me, legally speaking. Not that I have legal problems. I’m not being sued or suing anyone else at the moment. I’m talking more about what happened in the legal world this week. more

If you happened to read my post last week, you may recall that I attended my fifteen year college reunion over the weekend. more

I don’t tend to do well with milestones. I can appreciate them as important ways to mark the passage of time and all, but generally speaking, things like birthdays and graduations send me into a fit of hysterical tears about how quickly life goes by, as well as about how old I am getting. more

I wish that I could say that I’ve been productive and prolific and motivated over the last couple of months, but I can’t. Writing is a funny kind of a job, especially when you’re not under any kind of deadline, except for the ones that you make up in your own head (I will finish by Thanksgiving. Okay, Christmas. Okay, spring break. Okay, by summer, and this time, I mean it!) more

Though I have a mouth like a truck driver’s when my children are out of earshot, I’ve done a fairly good job of remembering not to swear around them. As such, all of those magical, four-letter words have, until recently, been completely foreign to their ears. more

I once asked a friend of mine how you know that your boyfriend is “the one,” and she told me that you need to make a list. Well, two lists, actually. One of the lists should be of qualities that are absolutely non-negotiable in a partner (i.e, sense of humor, generosity, an understanding of how much a good pair of shoes cost), and the other list should be of qualities that you would prefer, but that you could live without if you had to (i.e. blue eyes, a sense of style, a love of contemporary art). more

I vividly remember my first public, parental f- it moment. My daughter was about two, and we were at the mall, waiting for the valet to bring our car around. (Yes, in Los Angeles, they have valet parking at the mall. I know.) The valet area was packed with people, and my daughter started singing, and all of the strangers looked at her and smiled, because there is, of course, not much that’s cuter than a singing toddler. But then she asked me to sing with her. more