mauracarlin
My Son Is Gay. Was I Supposed to Announce That?
My son and his husband. It rolls off my tongue. Normalized matter-of-factly. Practically daring anyone to question or wonder. Sometimes I wait for that...
I’ve Spent Years Explaining Tourette Syndrome, SNL Made That Harder
As the mother of a young man with Tourette Syndrome and a board member of the NY/HV Chapter of the Tourette Association of America...
Family Traditions, I Have Few
As my children age out of the family nest, I’ve spent — wasted, really — energy thinking about family traditions. Did I preserve traditions...
Crazy Camp Sign Up Is Nothing New
By now, you’ve probably seen the Wall Street Journal piece about the chaos of summer camp registration — frantic parents refreshing pages, systems crashing,...
Call Me a Snowplow Parent
I became a snowplow parent on a literal ski slope, and I still don’t think I should apologize for it.
My son wanted to go...
In Defense of Walls
Let me first be clear: I’m talking about actual physical walls — the stucco and sheetrock kind — not the pseudo-therapeutic debate about cutting...
Disconnected and It Feels So Good
Sometimes you need a break.
So, three months ago, I unplugged from social media, pulling back on my consumption and participation. I made no grand...
I Get to Say Yes
One of the most beloved and frequently read children’s books in my home was “No, David!” by David Shannon. No, David, you cannot write...
It’s Okay Not to Be Invited
No invitation, no new shoes, and no complaints. The wedding invitation I didn’t receive might have been the plot twist my calendar was hoping...
Finally, a Real Vacation
Sitting around the large square table on our beach rental deck, laptops and coffee scattered among related and unrelated 20- and 30-somethings, it finally...










