As a parent, I often turn to books to help me explain things to my parents. Here is a list of amazing books that help your child to better understand tolerance and kindness.
In my last post on cutting the cord, I ended with my intention to subscribe to Sling TV via the Roku 3. Since then, I changed my mind and purchased a Kindle Fire stick and a subscription to PS Vue’s basic “access plan”: the benefits of cable without cable.
A little background . . .
Six liberating months ago, I made the decision to cut the cord. I waited for my kids to notice. They happily continued watching their favorite shows mainly on Netflix, occasionally on Amazon Prime and YouTube, and sometimes through apps on Apple TV, the latter of which allows access to limited preselected full episodes on channels like Disney and PBS Kids. Life was good without cable. I watched the local news using my free digital antenna provided by my internet company, viewed “featured stories” on CNN through the Apple TV app, and added an HBO Now subscription to my lineup.
Admittedly, my husband missed live television more than I did. A couple of months ago, I first learned about PS Vue. Playstation
Poshmark had been on my radar for some time now. A few weeks ago, I took another look and got “sucked in” and I mean that in a good way.
My handbag collection was a sad bunch, one more beaten up than the other. All the years of sippy cups, snack crumbs, and toy-carrying had taken its toll. It was time.
I downloaded the Poshmark app and initiated my search. In a nutshell, Poshmark is a high-end eBay mainly geared towards women, with more of a Facebook layout. To get started, you create a profile, including your size in dresses, jeans, pants, shoes, and sweaters. The app keeps track of this information and customizes your search results accordingly. (You can also buy children’s and men’s clothes, but I ignored that fact). Looking for Lululemon clothes, Vince Camuto shoes or even a Louis Vitton bag? If you wish it, you can find it; Poshmark claims to save you up to 70 percent off.
Here’s how it went down for me:
As I don’t actually own a Peloton bike, I guess my answer to this question speaks for itself. However, I cannot deny that the Peloton Cycle is an ingenious product, well-designed, and absolutely fills a niche in our busy world, but it is a very sizable investment: the bike itself will run you $1995 plus $250 installation. Add in another $25 to $75 for weights
If you live in the New York metro area like I do, it’s not unusual to travel an hour plus to meet a friend. In fact, these are the friends I describe as “living close.” You find yourself alternating trips to each other’s town or trek to Manhattan for a change of scenery. Even if you offer to meet somewhere in the middle, it inevitably tends to favor one person. And, it’s almost always exhausting.
Just the other day, I was chatting with a local friend of mine and mentioned that I met up with an old friend for dinner, conveniently a twenty-minute drive for each of us. When she wondered how I figured that out, I told her that I use an app. “Of course, you do,” she replied. “You should put that in your blog,” she told me. So here it is. . .
I first heard this quote years ago, well before the rise of social media. Now, more than ever, it speaks volumes to me.
As far back as middle school, and possibly even elementary school, I remember girls comparing themselves to one another. It didn’t stop there. Girls judged: on looks, on clothes, on choices of friends, on anything and everything. It’s so much a part of our lives as women that you have to wonder if it’s part of our genetic makeup.
Unfortunately, this comparing, judging, and self-doubting behavior continues well past puberty. Gossip brings women together. It’s a bonding mechanism. How many times have you had lunch with a friend, only to have the topic change to discussing so-and-so, a mutual friend. “Can you believe she lets her husband get away with that?” OR “I don’t think she works out as much as she claims.” OR “She must have family money.” You name it, women have said it.
For the first time in months, my kids got along the entire day. I have no idea if it’s related to “Fun Mom” day, but it was nice. More than nice. My son also seemed to go out of his way to help me around the house today.
On the ride home from camp, I let them in on today’s challenge. It’s not that my kids don’t have fun: I take them on adventures, they play sports, they have playdates, they perform shows for me and my husband, and the list goes on and on. They have a great life. But I usually take the backseat to their fun. “Go outside and play,” I tell them or “go upstairs and watch TV.” It’s not often that I’m an active participant. (See Day 1 of the challenge).
Today’s challenge was the least stressful of them all. It took me all of two minutes to set up an email account for my kids, with the hardest part being finding an available username. There’s nothing like a completely clean slate. This is a screenshot of my son’s account. Think about this: one email, with zero responsibilities. He has no one waiting for a response.
I’m feeling a bit emotional. I just wrote each of my children a letter, a love letter. Does the average person even write love letters anymore, or is it all reduced to emails and text messages? Somehow, going through your grandparents’ text exchanges doesn’t exactly convey the same romantic notions as the airmailed letters of yesteryear.