Why My Kids Have Cell Phones
I don’t classify myself as a helicopter parent, but my kids are still young. At ages eight and ten when the school bell rings to end the day, I am with them until they schlepp Read More …
I don’t classify myself as a helicopter parent, but my kids are still young. At ages eight and ten when the school bell rings to end the day, I am with them until they schlepp Read More …
I’m just a teensy bit excited. See that new logo there, on the side bar? Yep, the South Florida Parenting one? I made it into the Mom Approved Panel! That means I am now an ambassador for Read More …
We often use an acronym in our house: PITB (pronounced PITUB) for Pain In The Butt. It’s basically a G-rated version of PITA, which I am sure you can figure out. 99.9% of the time Read More …
I was approached by Cafémom to be part of the Walmart Family Routine campaign speaking on how certain products help you create a healthier routine. I like the subject of family health, and am certainly open to trying Read More …
Sometimes I’ll say “let’s be Brazilian about it,” and it’s not always flattering. It means taking a short cut bordering on the illegal, so for example, cutting a line in traffic. But many times, the Read More …
Fearless is not so fearless anymore and I blame New York for that. Not the entire state, but one particular doctor in some Urgent Care Center near Pound Ridge. Let me explain. I am not Read More …
My eight year old son Dreamer asked me: “Mami, is Santa real?” PLOP. If I was the Director of a movie, this would be when the music suddenly stops, we hear a screeching sound, and Read More …
It’s hard to tell if something is fake or real when it comes to my son Dreamer (8). He wants to be a spy when he grows up, is perfecting the art of deceit and Read More …
I have spent several hours this week opening envelopes and counting dollars for a Hope For Brianna fundraiser. I am still not done, but I am not complaining. As you can read here, Brianna is a little girl Read More …
I was sitting in my school’s cafeteria, eating lunch with 42 four-year olds when my phone starting beeping. It was my husband Joe and he was texting me about the shootings in Newtown, Connecticut. I told a Read More …