You don’t have to fit in. Especially as a mother. Navigating the complexities of new parenthood in the suburbs of Pennsylvania, I set out more than a decade ago to expose what makes us relatable and, yes, imperfectly human.
Life is unpredictable and it rarely goes according to plan, but the trials that challenge us are also the glue that bonds us.
In a series of columns, I journeyed through the murky and imperfect world of parenting, the joys, frustrations and, yes, the Chuck E. Cheese prison sentences.
There are some obvious rip-offs we surrender to in suburban life — $5 sodas at the movies, $4 two-minute pony rides at community fairs and the inevitable trip to Chuck E. Cheese’s. Make no mistake, I am among you, dropping a chunk of my paycheck on tokens for games to…
My first introduction into the world of play dates was a shocker. Several years ago, I visited my friend with my first child, who was then 7 months old. It was exciting to bring our children together for the first time. I had been living overseas and wasn’t around to…