Spilling the Beans

My 10-year-old was complaining to me last week that she was too young to vote. I thought about it, and reminded her that, while she’ll be left out of this presidential election and the next one, she’ll be 18 for...

Sometimes life throws curve balls. Earlier this month, we were confronted with a problem. The school year was off to a very bumpy start for our oldest daughter. Our middle daughter had just switched into the same school as her...

In 2008, we watched the Olympics in Beijing together and saw Michael Phelps swim for gold eight times. Or more accurately, I watched while you nursed and slept. You were just days old, so you didn’t really have much appreciation...

A lot can change in eight years. Just ask my daughter Mira, who was born just 15 weeks before Magic Beans opened its doors on July 7, 2004. Eight years ago, she was sitting in the window of the store...

I’m sitting at my desk typing this post almost exactly 10 years to the minute after giving birth to my first child. She came into the world, reluctantly and with the help of a pair of forceps, at 1:57am on...

When I moved into my college dorm room almost exactly 16 years ago, my parents needed to get a babysitter for the day to take care of my youngest sister, who was then just 2 years old. I papered the...

You’re not a baby anymore, or so you say. You’re a big boy! Well, not quite. Not yet. But you most definitely are not a baby. You’re potty trained, you talk a blue streak, you like to sing. Whatever needs...

I had a lovely Mother’s Day on Sunday. I slept in, had breakfast brought to me in bed, got cards, flowers and gifts. We spent the early afternoon at the SoWa Open Market and then we broke out the two-wheelers...

(Flashback) 4/27/02 After laboring through most of April 26th, 2002, I finally gave birth to my daughter in the wee hours of April 27th, with the assistance of a formidable pair of forceps. I was 25 years old and I...