Small Talk

Motherhood will always have its mysteries

I didn’t really need to mark March 20 as the beginning of spring. I work at a school. All I had to do was walk by a bunch of sixth-graders. There is no more accurate bellwether of the rising sap.

Stop the madness

So I’m watching March Madness with my husband and suddenly, I need a simultaneous translation.

How’s this for a cliffhanger?

I have just found additional proof that change is bad. Especially when it comes to a TV show I like.

May the ‘Con’ be with you

You know those times when you look at something relatively simple that has become iconic and think “Man, I wish I had thought of that!”? I feel that way about Comic-Con.

Small, creepy bugs

Never mind the international strife. I’m convinced we are about to be taken over by small, creepy bugs. If it isn’t the head lice at school, it’s ants at my house, inside and out.

New gold standard

I have become an urban legend. Not like the vanishing hitchhiker or the hook in the side of the car door or even Paul Bunyan. But I still find it a bit unsettling.

Don’t blame climate for fair-weather fan-dom

This year’s Winter Olympics were great, but they left me ever more painfully aware of what a pathetic, card-carrying, fair-weather fan I am.

It’s a woof life

Too much good weather has forced Jean Gillette to once again dip into her archives.

Are we still getting ‘jiggy’ with it?

As 2014 rolls in, I was immediately concerned that my slang would need a serious update in order for me to stay cutting-edge hip.

Wild kingdom at her fingertips

January. The mandatory time for reflection on life and lessons learned.