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A Not-So-Simple Day

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By Jennifer Redmond

CookMessy

Does the incessant ringing, beeping, buzzing and electronic singing (bless those battery-operated toys) of life ever get on your nerves? Are you stretching to be everything to everybody? Every mom knows this breathless feeling.

Last week on one particularly memorable day I put on the brakes. Newsflash for moms: This is not always as simple as it sounds.

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The Quest for Wheels

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By Jennifer Redmond

LemonCar

Dozens of tiny birds dusted their feathers in the dirt and snuggled into the parched earth. On a recent afternoon, I watched this performance from a picture window at a local car dealer. My husband sat beside me in the cozy cubicle of the "finance guy."

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Testing the Mommy Mettle

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By Jodi Neelin

KidsAirport

On my right hip, I have two-year-old, 38 lb., 34 ½-inch tall Jenna. Over my right shoulder, my purse is squished between our two bodies. Over my left shoulder hangs the duffle bag carrying Jenna's gear. It ricochets back and forth between the 36 lb. suitcase I am half rolling, half lugging behind me and the back of my left knee.

The icing on this huffing, sweaty, puffing cake is Jenna's behemoth car seat

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Breastfeeding Dropout

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By Jodi Neelin

MilkCowsI am a breastfeeding dropout.

I think it was a karmic payoff for my arrogance. Having responsibly taken my Breastfeeding 101 class, I knew that this was the natural and most nutritious choice for my baby. All I would have to do is persevere while my infant learned to latch, and soon I would be effortlessly dispensing milk like a prize-winning cow. I would easily shed those post-pregnancy pounds while my baby and I basked in the warm, sacred glow of breastfeeding bonding.

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Driving Mom Crazy

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By Savannah Monk

CarKeysNote: Names have been changed to protect the guilty

Sixteen years, three months and two days after he was born, my son received his temporary driver’s permit.

Five hours into the required 50-hours of in-the-car training (with Dad), something possessed me to get in the car with this young man.

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