To Gray or Not to Gray: The Problem With Hair Dye 

Should a Modern Mom Look as Old and Haggard as She…

Mommy, What Is a GMO?

Or, what you don’t know will never hurt you…

“John Muir walked away into the mountains in his old overcoat, a crust of bread in his pocket. We have no knowledge and so we have stuff and stuff with no knowledge is never enough.”

I Share, Therefore I Am

What does sharing mean in the age of social media? 

Why You Won’t See My Child (Or Even His Name) On Facebook

Threats, Lies, and Bribes

Parenting for the new millennium

I Look at Houses the Way Some Men Look at Cars

Lately, as I drive around, I find myself peering out the windows at houses. In…

Autocorrecting My iMarriage

On Boxing Day — that drugged-tired twenty-four-hour period after Christmas, when most of us want to do little…

Letter to a Young Son

Dear Rabbit,*

Someday you will read this. And I know you told me the other day that I wasn’t…

Table Talk

At the end of the day, when my four-year-old son is finally sleeping, I slide out of his bed, tiptoe to turn off the three flashlights he’s…

O Maple Tree, O Maple Tree

When I was a little girl growing up in the big woods of Maine, around this time every year my family and I would…