Trending Baby Name OR James Spader in the ’80s?

Hi all & welcome back to a bit of weekend fun. A rockmom quiz inspired by a group of young boys we encountered at a minor league baseball game over the summer. The trio sat in front of us the whole evening: chatting, wearing their giveaway jerseys and eventually - inevitably - pouring ice cubes... Continue Reading →

The Book of Houston

And Lo, the day shall come to pass when thou will engage in a conversation with thy father or thy mother about thy parent's bowel movements. And thou will enter into dialogue and be a witness to thy parent's colonic testimony, and thou will listen freely and openly and with only small disgust and embarrassment.... Continue Reading →

Monday Morning Music – Chromeo

School's out this week! That means this expat family will be packing up and hitting the long-haul soon, so I thought I'd post this summer jam - Frequent Flyer - by the funky Montreal duo, Chromeo. It's from their recent release, White Women, and it is fun (and clean) so play it for the kids... Continue Reading →

Notes From Another Land

He sits on the back porch to smoke, because he's not allowed to smoke inside. He has a comfortable chair and a radio out there - tuned to news talk - and a glass of ice water. His dogs like to sit in his lap. The smell from his cigarette sneaks by the back door,... Continue Reading →

In The Land Of The Gun

Yesterday we flew in to Texas for our annual visit with family and friends. It's a trip I look forward to every year: reconnecting with everyone, shopping, eating Mexican food and barbecue, showing off the kids, the usual proud mom / dutiful daughter scenario. Yet within a few hours of landing I had to have... Continue Reading →

Dateline: LA

"California, California, you’re such a wonder that I think I’ll stay in bed…" I’ve come to believe I’m inspired by my imagined Los Angeles, not the real thing. My memories are stronger and more stimulating than sitting in block after block of stoplights on Santa Monica Boulevard. As the relentless sun browns my forearms, I... Continue Reading →

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