Dear Lily June, Though I haven’t officially begun it yet (I plan to start on January 1, 2017–may my pronouncement… Read more The Scent of Christmases Past–On the Occasion that You Give the Season a Sniff

Dear Lily June, Though I haven’t officially begun it yet (I plan to start on January 1, 2017–may my pronouncement… Read more The Scent of Christmases Past–On the Occasion that You Give the Season a Sniff
Dear Lily June, Once upon a time, in the 1800s, Scottish Highlanders who needed a distraction from cold winds creeping under… Read more How to Carve a Pumpkin–On the Occasion that You Need a Few Pointers
Dear Lily June, At only sixteen months, you are still a young toddler. You can’t, for instance, badger me about… Read more The Hand that Feeds You–On the Occasion that Love Bites
Dear Lily June, As we near October, please tell me, daughter–when will I stop smelling phantom poos in your very empty diaper? Love,… Read more Phantom–On the Occasion that You Catch a Whiff
Dear Lily June, The other night, we gave you ice cream for the first time. It was three weeks before… Read more Parent Terrors–In Which We All Scream
Dear Lily June, On my quest to become a twenty-first century working mother version of Benjamin Franklin, I’ve been remarkably… Read more Franklin Fridays–In Which There’s No Order for a Paper Hoarder
Dear Lily June, In case you’ve forgotten (and, as you’re only eight months old when I’m writing this, I suppose… Read more Franklin Fridays’ Silence–In Which I Bite My Tongue A Lot
Dear Lily June, Okay, so it was over a month ago that I proposed to become Benjamin Franklin.Your mother has… Read more Franklin Fridays’ Temperance–In Which I’m a Dull Spoon
Dear Lily June, The other day, your dad and I were discussing you. “I’m worried,” I said, knowing you’d turn… Read more Your First Pet Peeves–In Which Your Personality Blossoms
Dear Lily June, I’m of several minds when it comes to profanity. On the one hand, I believe in freedom… Read more Frankly, My Dear–In Which We Talk Profanity