Mom on the Run
May 20, 2013
I am standing almost at the top of the man-made hill, and I am shivering. I’m already soaked through, and the chilly wind is blowing.
May 14, 2013
I’m on the phone with Clay, my Verizon service rep. Well, the Verizon service rep who answered the phone. He’s mine now, all mine.
May 6, 2013
“OK, what do you think?” I’m standing in front of both the full-length mirror and my husband.
April 29, 2013
I don’t recall exactly how we got to this particular topic of conversation, but we’re talking about cell phones.
April 22, 2013
Finally! It came! I’m thrilled, and I’ve got just enough time before starting dinner.
April 15, 2013
I’m up in the press box, microphone in front me, ready for my debut as a high school lacrosse game announcer.
April 8, 2013
“Mom,” my son says, firmly, determinedly, with more than a touch of annoyance. “I know I said I needed a shower curtain. But why would you buy me a zebra one?”
April 1, 2013
The text from my son is a little tiny image. No message, just this little forwarded picture.
March 25, 2013
I looked around, I confess. I looked around, with envy, and lust. Want tainted my thoughts.
March 18, 2013
‘Yes,’ I think to myself, ‘this is delicious!’ I take another bite, I chew, I savor, I assess. ‘The raisins were truly inspired.’ I don’t say any of this out loud, but I’m sold. This is really good.
March 11, 2013
So I’m rowing away, Matchy-Matchy next to me on the same cable machine, doing something different.
March 4, 2013
It’s morning. Early. Not quite 6 a.m. I’m out, walking my dogs in the dark.
February 18, 2013
My son first mentioned it weeks ago, one night as I was preparing to serve dinner. “I wish,” he said wistfully, “that one night you would make a whole package of chicken just for me.”
February 11, 2013
“Beth Beth Beth Beth!!” I am so excited, typing this email. “I found the pants!” I’m dancing in my seat, I’m so happy.
February 4, 2013
It’s a quiet weeknight and I’m home alone. It’s not quite bedtime, I’ve already checked email, I don’t feel alert enough to read a book or do a crossword puzzle, so TV it is. I scan the list of DVRed shows – does anybody watch TV as it airs anymore? – and settle on “How I Met Your Mother.” A half-hour show, no brains required, perfect
January 28, 2013
I’m in Kohl’s. In the dressing room. Looking. Thinking. Hard.
January 21, 2013
Whatever happens next, a fight doesn’t seem to be on the agenda.
January 14, 2013
I haven’t had such difficulty baking a cake since the 6th grade, when my first solo cake broke coming out of the pan and I covered the whole thing with mini marshmallows to make it look decent.
January 7, 2013
Silently, we note the evidence. Silently, we agree not to say anything.