Lori Duff Writes
It’s not like washing our hands is something we only figured out was a thing during this pandemic. We were always supposed to wash our hands regularly. After we went potty, for example, and before we handled food. I’m not saying I scrub like a surgeon every time, but I consider myself on the hygienic…
I have absolutely no idea how I birthed a girl who is so cool that, while she might have asked me what the homework was or to borrow a pencil in high school, she would never have given me ten seconds worth of thought outside of school. My daughter is in a garage band, for…
The month of June is known in the United States for many things, among them, the fact that it has been designated Pride Month, to commemorate the Stonewall Riots in NYC in June of 1969. The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer [LGBTQ] community calls it “Pride” Month to contrast with the shame they are…
I’m having to sleep train my teenage daughter. You remember sleep training, don’t you? When your sweet precious angel baby was six months old and you thought if you didn’t get three whole hours of sleep in a row that you’d leave that sweet tender thing out for the dingoes? So you let her cry…
Motherhood Martyrdom & Costco Runs I admit to being a tad competitive. I mean, I was happy to have won a Bronze Reader’s Favorite Medal for my book “ You Know I Love You Because You’re Still Alive: Confessions of a Middle Aged Working Mom “ But Whitney Dineen got the gold, so I had…
I’m not really a stuff person, not really. I mean, I have stuff, too much stuff (mostly books), but I recognize that I don’t have much of anything that couldn’t be replaced with insurance money. Most of my stuff I’d be better off getting rid of. In fact, most of my stuff isn’t really…
In the division of labor in the Duff house, my daughter has what is probably the easiest job – emptying the dishwasher. It isn’t hard to do, or particularly time consuming. Rather than thank her lucky stars that she isn’t required to clean around the toilet her brother aims at poorly, she complains that this…
Honestly, the day started out just fine if you don’t count the fact that I had to set my alarm for 6 on a Saturday morning. I drove my son to his rehearsal at the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra, drank coffee and wrote in the audience, and was generally peaceful, if a little sleepy. …
The other day, I went out to brunch with some old college friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. Three of us had kids, roughly the same age. The lone guy was single with no kids. The two other women and I realized rather quickly that the only thing we were talking about was…
It’s probably wrong on a fundamental level for me to be so insanely jealous of my own child that I kind of hate him a little bit. Jacob, whose friends are clearly of a higher quality than my own, is currently touring Italy and France with a friend of his and her family. I’m not…