I used to be a professional who worked in an office building in downtown Chicago. I had a boss who told me I had strong leadership skills. Now I am a stay-at-home mother. I have three kids and two dogs and a 100-pound puppy.
Warm, responsive caregiving is linked to better health and well-being in children.
Summer 2010 magazine podcast now available.
I am intense about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Actually, I‘m intense about a lot of things, like balsamic vinegar, coffee, butter, duvets, donuts, socks and calculators. I know just what works and what doesn’t.
Need a laugh? Welcome back to Molarity Redux, the ninth strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
An offering of more Notre Dame-related gems from cyberspace. Some music, a dollop of political commentary, a bit of adventure and inspiration, and a pinch of rah-rah with salsa.
Strips 21-27 of the popular comic strip Molarity, which previewed in The Observer in 1977.
We awaken most mornings before dawn to the rhythmic tappity-tappity-tappity of the engines as the crew prepares to move the boat upstream to the next pueblocito. Here the Amazon is everywhere and everything.
I miss a lot of things about working. I miss the energy of being downtown and the smell of coffee in the lobby of the Sears Tower in the mornings. I miss micro-managing my staff. I miss having a pen.
Welcome back to Molarity Redux, the eighth strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
Like a dog scoping out a cozy, safe place to lie down, I turned three circles in my kitchen this morning, scanning plates, countertops, the toaster oven and even the shelves of our cupboards for the slice of toast I’d just made, only to realize I’d already eaten it.
If cancer is actually linked to cell phone usage, I figure my husband’s got seven, maybe seven-and-a-half years left.
The card features a bold cross with an inscription emblazoned around it: “To be a witness does not consist in engaging in propaganda, nor even in stirring people up, but in being a living mystery.”
If I read about Walter White’s drug world exploits in the newspaper, I’d want him thrown in jail. If Don Draper was my grandfather and my mother told me about his legacy of adulterous and abusive behavior, I would refuse to spend the holidays with him.
It was evident to all of us students — even before we realized that Fred Crosson was somebody famous — that we were dealing with a great mind.