Hilltown Families

“NO!” “No.” That one word starts it ALL doesn’t it? “No.” Such a simple word. Just two letters, but packs a punch especially when it comes from the mouth of an...

I Am Not a Player I am not a player. No, no…I don’t mean the polyester-wearing-Victoria’s-Secret-peekin’-buttons-opened-to-my-navel player. No! Sheesh. I am NOT talking about THAT kind of player. I am talking...

I Have Always Been a Fantasizer I have always been a fantasizer. I am sure that there is not one human being who knows me who is shocked by that statement....

A List of Golden Rules for Divorced Parents A high school acquaintance of mine recently contacted me. I knew from Facebook statuses and through our small town gossip grapevine (of which...

A Strong Woman “I am going to get married.” This simple sentence was uttered two nights ago while Ila and I were sitting together playing. When I say that this phrase...

We Are Not in a Position to Obtain Wants We are not in a position to obtain wants. Through circumstances beyond my control, a third of my single-income paycheck, each single-income...

So Your Daughter Has Gluten Intolerance? “So your daughter has your gluten intolerance as well?” The nurse grimaced and her faced seemed to echo my sentiments exactly-grimace, grrr, darn-it-all and other...

I’m Doing it Again I am doing it again. I guess the admittance makes it different this time around, but it doesn’t help at all. I am doing it again. I...

I’m Afraid of the Wind I am afraid of the wind. I am not talking about that pesky kind of breeze that always seems to pop up when one is getting...

Hindsight “Hindsight’s 20/20.” You’ve heard of this popular phrase.  How many of us—if we knew then what we know now– would do so many things differently as parents?  It seems that...

A “Posh” Life If you are an entertainment junkie as I am, you might have seen or heard about Demi Moore’s fateful night a few weeks ago. According to a released...

Next to Normal Last night I attended a benefit for our local professional theater. I smiled and laughed at dinner with my sister, her husband and friends. I rocked back and...

An Ode to the Eye Roller I am a reasonable human. What I ask and expect is so small, so piddly. My familial desires are quite mundane…and yet, and yet. Each...

Hypochondriac Dictionary.com defines the word hypochondriac as someone who is excessively preoccupied with and worried about their health. But really I didn’t have to look up the definition. I could have...

College—Can I Get a Translator?? When I was in school, (although I hid it well) I realized at an early age that I had a penchant for language. ANY type of...

We’re Ready! On Thursday we embark on our first trip to visit colleges with our 17 year old, Aidan. We’ll travel to Boston to check out BU, Emerson and Salem State...

Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child 9:30 pm—I had just finished cleaning the dinner dishes, sweeping, and packing lunches for school the next day.   Like most moms at this time of...

The Hallow of Hell For 16 years we were a one bathroom house. For 16 years, I was the sole woman trying to pee amongst three men with the bathroom couth...

I Know I Lament Motherhood Often… I know that I lament motherhood quite often. It is just that way in my household. Those boys of mine are maddening. Their struggles encompass...

The World Can Be Tough The world can be tough. If you are soft or Pollyanna-ish, it can really do a number on you. I am beginning to believe that in...

An Awkward Dance Yesterday I saw my youngest son for the first time in five weeks. He wasn’t away at camp or on vacation, and he still lived just a mere...

What Makes a Good Mom? Do you have a running reel in your mom brain?  You know what I mean.  Words that you say to yourself, questions you are constantly posing,...

My Back and Help Please Instead of the Birds and the Bees Our teens are bombarded with images…constant pictures, messages, videos, television shows that promote promiscuity and sexual exploration. I recently...

Crazy About Being A Mom So I have been struggling with what to write this week because, well honestly, I don’t want to sound schizophrenic, psychotic, crazy, loony tony…you get what...

Guilty Mom I can’t watch the new Rice Krispies commercials.  They make me sick with guilt.  Do you know the ones I am talking about?  They usually portray a very attentive...

Together for Better or for Worse I used to be afraid to leave them alone—together. It seemed that every time I went grocery shopping, to the dentist, over to a friend’s...

Winter was Forgetting. Spring is Remembering Spring is in the air.  Yesterday every window of my home was wide open. I usually love to watch the sheers in the living room...

We’re Ready On Thursday we embark on our first trip to visit colleges with our 17 year old, Aidan.  We’ll travel to Boston to check out BU, Emerson and Salem State...

I Am Mother I am not a woman. I am not a scholar or someone with even a brain for that matter. I do not have feelings, or a master’s degree....

Bill Gates Would Make a Great Parent! I recently joined a blog network full of moms who write about their kids. Being new there and in order to find some connections,...