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Sex and the Working Mom

The Cosmo Mom — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 10:38:47 -0500

Evil Black Men

My Brown Baby — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 10:14:47 -0500

It was supposed to be a simple assignment -- a little something to remind the kids about their lesson on adjectives. Magazine and newspaper clippings + lots of glue + fancy descriptives = an easy lesson and the perfect student work display for the parent/teacher conference.

Mr. Real Estate Agent Broke My Heart

Mighty Maggie — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 10:37:49 -0500

Busy Ballerina

Daring Young Mom — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 10:32:26 -0500

Today as I sat outside Laylee's piano lesson waiting for her to finish, my eyes were drawn to the tiny ballerinas whirling and twirling around the dance studio down the hall. It happened to be a class full of girls Laylee took ballet with last year. They were one year older and one year less spastic. Several of them actually resembled dancers. Watching them made me feel a little sad.

"What if Laylee's supposed to be a dancer?" I thought.

Welcome to my new(ish) blog!

Erin Zammett Ruddy — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 10:38:04 -0500

Meet The Cosmo Mom, Sarah Preston Gorenstein

The Cosmo Mom — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 09:31:30 -0500

Moms Helping Moms

My Brown Baby — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 10:18:54 -0500

See, the thing is, she's a baby -- been on this here Earth only four short years.

And over the last few weeks, this pretty little chocolate girl with bright eyes and a mile-wide smile -- the daughter of a dear friend of mine -- has been battling a disease much too big for any child to bear, much less a kid who's yet to see the inside of a kindergarten classroom.

Leukemia.

The Mystery of the Missing Nap

Mighty Maggie — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 09:47:17 -0500

Today was the fourth day in a row of Wonky Naps. If there is a fifth day we are going to require medication. For me AND the kids.

Well, it's just Jack, actually. Molly, preferring to begin each day at Ungodly Hour O'Clock, goes down like an angel, directly after lunch. She requires her blankie, her pacifier and a kiss on the nose, then she's out. Bliss!

My Well Child

Daring Young Mom — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 12:06:31 -0500

Magoo's life is filled with 5 main activities, making friends, cracking me up, crying because he's not currently playing on the Wii, telling me he's hungry, and smelling his Big Ducks. Today's post focuses on the "cracking me up" portion of his life's work. Magoo has got a lot to say and I'd like to share a little of it with you.

Government Cheese

My Brown Baby — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 10:34:39 -0500

It's the cheese I remember - a congealed, yellowy-orange block in non-descript paper, with, I think, blue writing. You needed the might of Solomon to cut through it, it was so thick. All I could manage were chunks - never firm slices.

No, the slices - they were for people who could afford the good stuff. Our cheese came from the food stamp program - the government-run agency for poor families who couldn't afford to feed themselves without help.