Category Archives: Snags
A Beer by Any Other Name…
I was fixing lunch for my six year old son, Snags, the other day when he asked me, “Mom, how did you and Dad name me?” “How did we decide to name you Snags?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Where … Continue reading
That Ain’t No Cat
I was in the sixth grade, when a male classmate, David, asked our music teacher if she had a pussy. I don’t recall how much sex education we’d had at that point in time, but certainly we’d had enough to … Continue reading
Stuck in a Pile of Baby Parts
I don’t know how it happens that I am always the one that gets caught, like a deer in the headlights, with the hard questions. With questions like, “Mom, tell me everything you know about babies!” My first thought, when … Continue reading
Pandas Have Fingers
My six-year old son, Snags, wants to take Karate. He was interested in doing so even before the movie Kung Fu Panda came out, but now that he’s seen the movie twice (once at IMAX!) he’s even more excited about … Continue reading
Three Mysteries of Fame
We are Roman Catholic. There was a long period of time in my life where I went to church every Sunday, most notably, when I was a child and had no control over my Sunday mornings. In my college years … Continue reading
Beauty School Dropout
“PLEASE mom,” my six year old son Snags begged. “Please let me give you a make over. Please?” I tried to convince him to do something else, clean up his toys, get ready for bed, read a book, even sit … Continue reading
The Choking
Have you ever seen a person choke? If you’ve seen it in the movies, or on a sitcom, it doesn’t count. You have to see it in person to understand how truly frightening it is. And when it’s your own … Continue reading
Caterpillars and Moths Indoors! Oh, My!
It all started several weeks ago as I was walking my son home from school and we came across a caterpillar crossing the sidewalk. “Look, Mom,” Snags said, as he pointed at the caterpillar. “I wish I could keep it.” … Continue reading
Field Day
Field Day. Did you have this when you were in school? A day, or maybe only half of a day, dedicated to being outside, on the playing fields around the school, participating in track and field events? God, how I … Continue reading
3 A.M. I Hate You
Why is it that kids always get sick in the middle of the night? What is it about 3 a.m., anyway? 3 a.m. is the time of night morning I tend to wake up for no discernable reason at all, and … Continue reading
