Little Huck Finn was eating a cupcake frosting first last night (as three-year-olds do) when he suddenly stopped and erupted into tears. “My frosting is going away!” he wailed. I came over to investigate and lend support. “What’s going on, buddy?” I asked. He looked at me, then the cupcake, and leaned in to take…

Last week we had our five-year-old son evaluated at ChildFind, an early-intervention program, to see if he was falling behind in fine motor, gross motor, speech, cognitive or social development. We met with both a Speech Therapist and an Occupational Therapist for about two hours, during which The Professor was tested on a full gamut…

As I write this, I’m preparing to take my five-year-old son, The Professor, in for developmental testing. His teachers have noticed a few areas where he falls below his peers and have suggested we get him evaluated to see if there are any local resources that can help. This type of evaluation is quite common,…

Every day when Lancelot comes home from work, I ask him how his day was. I’m a good little suburban housewife, and that question is simply part of the script. And every day, he responds dutifully with something along the lines of, “Great!  We had some great meetings this morning and this afternoon was really…

It struck me the other day, as I sat blogging, that for a blog about self-acceptance, I sure write a lot about self-improvement. For a little while I thought, “Hmm, I guess this experiment isn’t really working. I still haven’t learned to like myself at all, and I’m constantly looking at ways to fix myself.”…

Not too long ago, a friend of mine was preparing to go on maternity leave when a coworker asked her, “Are you looking forward to your vacation?” You wouldn’t believe the outrage that spewed forth when she shared this coworker’s comment on Facebook. “Yeah, right, like going through labor & delivery is like lying on…

I have a confession to make. When it comes to feeling good enough in my life, a big portion of my feeling of self-worth has always been centered on the way my body looks. To say I’ve been on a lot of diets in my lifetime is a wretched understatement. If there has been a…

It’s Monday night. After an hour and a half of chopping, boiling and grilling (spaced in between missing-toy-train-reconnaissance missions, broken Lego disaster recovery and multiple buffering incidents with the Thomas the Train movie on Netflix), I have successfully finished preparing dinner. I have cedar-plank grilled salmon for the Professor, wheel pasta at the request of…