L.A. Parent, May 2010
LIGHTS! CAMERA! MOTHERHOOD?
From Film Production to Reproduction

   "Jessica, go to two," blurted the voice from the walkie-talkie clipped to my belt. When someone asks you to change your channel on a film set it means one of two things: They have a silly question like whether to order Chinese or Mexican for the crew dinner or there is some minor disaster brewing that no one else needs to hear about.
    I spun the knob to channel two. "Go for Jessica." [ read on ]

Washington Parent, April 2009
ADVENTURES IN URBAN PARENTING

    "Who took our television?" I asked my father. We had just come home to Manhattan after a two-week vacation at Grandma's house in Ohio. My days there were spent playing Frisbee with my siblings until sundown and floating for hours on inflatable rafts at a nearby lake. Occasionally, we had returned from family trips to find someone had "visited" us while we were away. [ read on ]

Washington Parent, September 2009
I WANT TO BE A EURO-MOM

   I pull up at Turtle Park, park my Jeep Cherokee, and my mental inventory goes into overdrive. Diaper bag? Yes. Wipes? Yes. Don't want her touching all those dirty playground things without being able to wipe her hands. Sippy cup? Yes. Snacks? Yes. Then I notice the sun. Please tell me that I remembered her hat. I am now unpacking the bag. Found it. I am now stuffing everything back into the bag. Cell phone—in case of emergency? Yes. That should be all I need for 45 minutes at the playground. [ read on ]