Last week my older son took the SAT subject test for biology. He was supposed to take the AP test for biology but I didn’t realize that you have to start registering a homeschooler for AP tests around the time a NYC parent would start registering their child for preschool: in the womb.
The first round of auditions for Juilliard’s pre-college program is by video. From December to March my son practiced for three hours a day to prepare.
Slight Uncertainty by Michal Trpák The platitudes of graduation speeches are so damaging. It sets you up for some magical moment when you enter adulthood and the world of opportunity opens up to you.
The only way I can write this is to tell myself I won’t publish it. I don’t even know how to write it.
If you are a person who loves your garden, people send you pictures of your garden. It’s a way of saying thank you for making a nice place to enjoy.
Yesterday Daily Beast released extremely disturbing recordings made by Neha Rastogi, a quality assurance manager, of her husband, Abhishek Gattani, who is CEO of the startup Cuberon.
I see how it feels so easy to just say no to kids. Having kids is irrational. They do not make us happier.
I tell my husband tidbits about the kids because part of my strategy to get him to relocate to Swarthmore is to keep him feeling close to us.
People who love their career are people who will always figure out how to love their work. There are people who love to work and people who love to do other things.
I take anti-anxiety drugs. I say that so I can deny that they also function as anti-depressants. Because I think I’m too old to still be depressed from a traumatic childhood.
I coached this guy Tanner who invented a thing to make milk flow smoothly in tubes and now he’s a millionaire tech CEO.
The people with the most grit are really poor or really neglected and they overcome those circumstances. But why aspire to that?
ComPsych is this place that puts out research about how employees feel, and it turns out that feelings are generational.
Everyone who said that me moving with the kids to Swarthmore would be the end of my marriage is probably right.
I am cooking but it’s in a slow cooker. I’m resisting my rental apartment oven because I have a $12,000 oven at the farm that no one is using, and maybe that wouldn’t be so frustrating to me if I didn’t also have $35,000 piano at the farm that no one is using.
I am writing this on my new dining room table, in my new apartment. We live above Dunkin’ Donuts, and I told this kids absolutely no buying a donut ever.
Last night my husband and I woke up in the middle of the night to talk politics. We didn’t talk about how surprised we were.
I’m in the Houston airport waiting to fly home and I am sad that I’m not with my kids. It doesn’t feel fun to fly around the country making deals when you have a home life that depends on you.
I am not voting for Trump. And I think Hillary is a liar and I’m voting for her anyway. Also, I love Ivanka so much I can’t stop Googling to find more tidbits about her.
I am in a hotel room watching Melissa follow the rules for dating. She is sprawled out on the sofa reading while I brush my teeth with her toothbrush because I forgot mine.