Archive for January, 2010

PIN ME UP

What is going on in these photos? I‘m being prepared to be pushed pinned. Yes, you heard me push pinned.

WORD WARRIOR

Glenn and I debated last night about what yesterday’s blog was really about. We don’t argue we debate and spar and if we disagree it’s OK. It’s pretty fabulous actually. I totally disagreed with him and went and took a bath and that was fine.

LOVE DOESN’T MEAN HAVING TO JOIN THE PTA

I don’t know of many changes as drastic as that from the kind of parent you think you will be when you are a kid to the kind of parent you choose to be once you actually become one.

Since the shadow of my mother hangs over this blog as well as me, there is no way not to bring her into discussions such as this.

GAGA FOR GAGA???????

As those of you who follow me on TWITTER know last night I took Lucy to the Lady Gaga Concert Monster Ball.

Not sure on the scale of good mother choices where it falls but it’s something she was dying to do. So two good seats for the concert, with me as companion was one of her Christmas gifts.

WHAT MAKES A FAMILY?

It’s six thirty am and while everyone here is still asleep Taylor leaves to go back to college in two hours.

SAIGON AND ON…

30,000 feet over Da Nang, Viet Nam, a city we left just 16 hours ago. Lucy asked, “Why didn’t we just fly home from there?” I then had to explain the complexities of direct flights, major hubs, not to mention a family of four flying Business Class during peak season using miles.

BACK TRACKING TO BANGKOK

Despite the fact that Bangkok was last week, I lost my blog to Bill Gates and MS Word. So now before we head to the Cu Chu Tunnels here in Saigon I am going to try and recap what I can: One of the great things about travelling with your kids is you get to see [...]

FURTHER ADVENTURES ON THE ROAD

I need to redo Thailand since losing it all yesterrday, but I must spend the hour before I leave talking about Siem Reap.

THAILAND AND TEMPLE FEVER

It’s New Years Day here, one hundred and one degrees. It’s just after midnight at home where I hear it’s hovering in the single digits.

FRESHMAN MOM

FRESHMAN MOM

Blogging about letting go and what it's like to see my first child leave the nest.

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