2026-06-23
Notice The World Around You
“Look,” I said to Leo yesterday, pointing up at the robin flitting amongst the rose bushes in our backyard, “just… notice it.” He was predictably absorbed in...
MSW, family therapist & parenting coach with 14+ years helping families thrive. Mom of 3, former school social worker. Warm, practical guidance you can actually use. You're doing better than you think.
2026-06-23
“Look,” I said to Leo yesterday, pointing up at the robin flitting amongst the rose bushes in our backyard, “just… notice it.” He was predictably absorbed in...
2026-06-22
The air in the kitchen was thick with the scent of sun-warmed basil – mostly because Leo had decided to ‘help’ make pesto, which involved a generous amount o...
2026-06-22
The light was just right this morning, filtering through the oaks in the backyard as I wrestled with the little rain boots. Leo insisted on wearing them ever...
2026-06-20
The mornings are my favorite part of the day now that I've gotten them back for myself. I sit at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a list in front of...
2026-06-20
The rain smelled like Ludlow’s farmers market this morning – damp earth and bruised peaches. I was staring at the grocery list, trying to decide if we really...
2026-06-20
The stack of patterned paper sat waiting on the kitchen table, a riot of blues and greens that felt almost aggressively cheerful against the muted grey of th...
2026-06-20
A New Kind of Classroom Scrapbook As a pediatrician who has worked with families for years, I've seen firsthand how families can struggle to find common grou...
2026-06-20
The Cost of Enrichment: A Concern for Our Children's Future As I sat at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and reviewing my lists, I couldn't help but think ab...
2026-06-19
Road Trips and the Art of Adapting Sometimes I think about our family vacations when my kids were younger. We had a few that were particularly memorable not...
2026-06-19
The scent of lilac and freshly cut grass still clings to my clothes, a stubborn reminder of those June mornings. It’s funny, isn't it? How something so small...
2026-06-19
The air smells like damp earth and sun-warmed tomatoes. It’s Friday morning, and Ludlow’s farmers market is buzzing – a good kind of chaos. I'm just…here. No...
2026-06-17
It’s funny, isn’t it? How something so…small can shift everything. It wasn't a big argument, not a diagnosis, just those Sunday mornings starting to feel lik...