If the writer of the sewing blog happens to have a dozen children, homeschool, and jar her own sauerkraut, all the better. I’m obsessed. If she cuts coupons and gets dinner on the table in a timely manner with the aid of her four older children while the four middle children watch the four younger [...]
Archive | September, 2011
At Some Point The Minivan Stopped Being Ironic
We bought the minivan in 2005, two months before my daughter was born. It was giant. It’s still giant. When I turn around to back up, the third row of seats looks like it’s in another state. Now I’m used to the size and the fact that if I took the seats out I could [...]
Adopted Tigers and Tosh.0
I’ve only watched Tosh a few times so I’m no expert. I suspect that I’m not the target audience, but when you’re wiped out from a day of [insert day's activities here] Law & Order U.K. isn’t going to cut it. I’m not going to list yesterday’s activities because they’re too boring. Fine while I [...]
The Sad, Sad Story of the Broken Hula-Hoop
The hula-hoop contest turned out to be a bit of a bust. There was a lot of racing around—back from dance class, home to get changed, up to the school, scrambling for parking. Then there was the race from the car to the picnic, running down the street and into the school, where the first [...]
Mixer Monday: The Unmixed
A conversation between my husband and me, three weeks before a scheduled haircut: Me: Do you want me to grow my hair? Husband: I like your hair. Me: So you don’t want a longhaired minivan driver? Husband: I didn’t say that. Me: So you do want a longhaired minivan driver? Husband: I didn’t say that [...]
Friday I’m in Love: Hula Hoop Contests
This is a new love. Last night hula-hoop contests were the enemy. Tonight is the kids’ school’s fall family picnic. Nothing wrong with the picnic. The picnic is great. Good, neighborly fun and a hula-hoop contest. A much-hyped hula-hoop contest. A not-to-be-missed hula-hoop contest. A hula-hoop contest for the ages. Last week, forgetting about the [...]
Things It Would Have Been Nice To Know Ten Years Ago
A Letter to my 27-Year-Old Self, on my 37th Birthday Twenty-seven, as it turned out, was a pivotal year. I was newly married. Two days before the end of my 27th year, my son was born. In hindsight, I probably could have used some advice. Dear 27-Year-Old Chara, Learn to cook. There is no virtue [...]
Lessons from Ma Ingalls
A couple of years ago I found a beat up copy of Little House in the Big Woods at a school fundraiser. I leafed through its yellowing pages, plunked down my quarter, and it was mine. As a kid I read all the Little House books and, for the most part, they all blended together. [...]
Nine Reasons Why I Won’t Sent My Kid To Finishing School
For my Boy, on his 9th Birthday… Nine Reason Why I Won’t Send You To Finishing School Even Though I Threaten To Every Night At Dinner 1. You’re a good brother. 2. When your little sister picks a fight, often you’ll tell her, “You’re right.” 3. And then you’ll wink at me. 4. It doesn’t [...]
June Cleaver Was Right
My memory is spotty, given that the last I really saw her was during reruns 30 years ago, but I suspect she was probably right. She has a bad rap, June Cleaver. We mocked her. Her name was the one that came up when we disparaged the prospect of becoming a housewife. Housewife. That was [...]
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