I’m pretty sure I hit a new all-time low the other morning when I almost called the police to help me find my “missing” five year old, only to take another look in his bedroom and find him skillfully hiding behind a clump of well-placed bedding.  My phone with the police number already typed onto the dial pad was in my hand.

Imagine how I would have had to explain my incompetence to police officers, some of whom I often see at court, my work, often enough to make me regularly relive…

Nothing – nothing – is more humbling than needing the teacher and administrators to triage your second grader for you at 7:30 a.m. because you are too out-of-touch to figure out for yourself whether he is, in fact, sick or just playing you like a fiddle.

The fact that the "triage" lasted less than five minutes before our informal committee determined Eddie was too sick to be in school, and that my little preschooler, Billy, also started getting sick with this today, is…

The other day, I found out that I made a young woman quake about her future as a soon-to-be wife and eventual mother. She read my blog.

Specifically, she read the mock letter to my husband, a tongue-in-cheek explanation of what he somehow cannot grasp – the impossible pace and unrealistic expectations facing moms in their daily work-life-family shuffles. And, boy, do I feel badly about painting a caricature for the uninitiated…