Report cards for 4 year olds. Yes, really.

preschool report cards

What, your preschooler doesn’t get report cards? You must not live in New England. We are wicked competitive here, so we start tracking them early. Can’t tie your shoes by age 4? Not destined for greatness. Reading Dr. Seuss fluently at age 4? Great potential for Phillips Exeter. Ok, so I exaggerate. A little. Because […]

The Faces of My Father

How I'm choosing to remember my dad this Father's Day

He was the most perplexing and complicated person I’ve ever known. A confusing jumble of polar opposites. Handsome leader. Stubborn hothead. Fulbright Scholar. College dropout. Computer science genius. Bankrupt businessman. Doting dad. Difficult husband. Religious education teacher. Bitter alcoholic. My early memories of my dad are also filled with contradictions. Fun times playing whiffle ball […]

Things I’m Afraid to Tell You: Link Up Your Posts


Michele at ODNT clued me into this little blog meme/linkup/phenomenon called “Things I’m Afraid to Tell You.” And I thought – oh yeah, here’s a good meme for Honest Mom! I’m not afraid of telling you all much, obviously. My blog name says it all. But I have only been writing at this blog for […]

Am I preggers? And other stuff rumbling around in my brain


It’s been an interesting 7 days around here. If you’ve been reading my blog for a little while, you may know I freak out every month, thinking I’m preggers. This month is no exception. I am currently wigging out. Which makes me super pleasant to be around. Just ask Hubs. And there is NO REASON […]

Looking for help on what to do: Anniversary of my dad’s death

This is going to be a short post. Because I’m asking for your help and I don’t want to blather on and on. This weekend is the second anniversary of my dad’s sudden death. And I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m not sleeping. I’m starting to panic. I don’t know how to […]

My Family Secret, Part Two – How I Found Out

We were at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, just like usual when I visited home. But that was the only thing that was usual. Dad’s chair was empty. His slightly dirty napkin from 48 hours before was still at his spot. He always liked to reuse napkins – an unlikely recycler. I numbly clutched my […]

My Family Secret, Part One | How it Began

Fourteen years before, he was a frightened five-year-old boy on a boat, headed for America. He didn’t understand why he had to leave his magnificent home in Hungary. He didn’t know what this America place was. But he did know that he didn’t want to go there. On that rocky boat, he stuck close to […]

Here’s where I start to reveal my family secret


This is my first post for Write On Edge, an online community of writers. RemembeRED is WOE’s memoir prompt. This week’s prompt is not the usual “write 400 words about xyz.” It’s short and sweet: Imagine your life, or part of your life, as a title and tagline. So … without further ado … **** Line […]