I will never, ever, in a million years be a perfect mom. It took me a few years to realize that, but now I’ve made peace with that fact. But, I do try every day to be a good mom. I have my good days and my bad days of course, but overall I think [...]
I love taking pictures of my children - capturing a stolen moment of time. To me, there is nothing better than looking back over old pictures and remembering the way a little face looked at 6 months, or the gap-toothed smile of first lost teeth. Pictures allow us to hold on to visual memories and [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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