It was my second unanswered phone call to the dentist that day. With the office so busy, I decided to leave a voice mail. I slumped on the couch as I waited for the beep, “Hi, this is the mom of B. Richardson.” I recited my phone number and reason for calling before wrapping up... Continue Reading →
A friend recently quizzed me about my philosophy on playdates. We were actually in the middle of a playdate, and while I had engaged in numerous playdates over the last five years (I’m figuring at least two a week, every week, for five years . . . we’re talking nearly 500 playdates!!!) I didn’t have... Continue Reading →
A couple years ago, a longtime friend let me know that she was disgusted with me before she proceeded to cut off communication. She laid out the case for why she thought I was essentially a narrow-minded bigot, based on some assumptions she had made not about my actions, but about my motives for my... Continue Reading →
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to share something for which I am deeply grateful—my neighbors. They have shown us extraordinary kindness in the four years we’ve shared a street with them. Their friendship has taught me a great deal of what it actually means to be a “good neighbor.” Good neighbors seem rare... Continue Reading →
