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World Prematurity Day . . . and turning thirteen

On the 18th of November, I officially become the mother of a teenager. Which seems weird because I’m only 25. And it’s doubly weird because in some bizarre harmonic convergence, the 17th of November is officially “World Prematurity Day,” a day devoted to heightening awareness about premature birth and to help support the various institutions that work with the families and babies dealing with the difficulties that arise when a …

Nothing Ever Dies on the Internet

I’m still playing ketchup with nablopomo, which sounds a bit like something you’d order in a Mexican restaurant, doesn’t it? You can read today’s post in Abu Dhabi’s newspaper, where I’m writing about the eternal conflict between innocence (my almost thirteen year old son) and experience (me, aka cynical mommy).  Youth and innocence wants to believe that his friends would never, ever spread anything of his across the internet. Cynicism …

in which I experience an epic parenting fail

So Liam has been walking around the last few days humming and singing “here comes the sun,” which I think of as one of the all-time great songs. I say to him, “wow, I love that song; I didn’t know you liked The Beatles.” He looks at me, horrified. “I don’t. It’s from “Glee,” with Demi Lovato.” Me, equally horrified, “Demi Lovato? Singing The Beatles?” Liam, speaking as if to …

what goes around, comes around: in which i suffer karmic retribution

Way back in the dim mists of time (which is to say, 1985), my family took a trip to France. I’d been studying in London and my mother, an eternal Francophile, had planned a two-week family driving tour through France at the end of my semester.  A two-week trip that she planned  before the internet.  There was no tripadvisor, people; there was no google map. It was like an artisanal …

in which there is a vague lesson in genetics

Last week, as I was sitting next to Caleb while he did his homework, we had a conversation. Caleb:  Mommy, did you used to be smart? Me, deciding now is not the time for a lesson about past and present tenses: Uh…well, you know, I like to think that I’m still smart. Caleb: No, I mean, Daddy was even smart way back in high school. Were you? Me, deciding now …