Boulder, CO by dana gonzalez The other day, a colleague at work asked me, did I know the formula for the volume of a cone. We don't work at Coldstone. My gut, though, told me "two scoops." Not what he was looking for, but if I worked in a cone manufacturing plant where we manufactured... Continue Reading →
Longmont, CO As we prepared to embrace 2019, my husband and I looked around the house with an objective eye, evaluating the potential contents of our upcoming 12 months’ “Apocalist.” This is our revolving litany of things undone, or partially done, some of which are highly necessary – a working furnace from November through April,... Continue Reading →
Longmont, CO While not a football nube – I did spend four years at CU’s Folsom Field swilling beer and making lewd comments about “tight ends,” after all – and despite the passion of my youth, I am not well-versed in the game. My learning curve dips actually, and I’m pretty sure it’s because I... Continue Reading →
My son, at a mature 11, has a more evolved understanding of the value of money and knows that it doesn’t grow on trees. It grows on Mommies . . .
6th grade, Longmont, CO Anyone who’s ever done math homework or helped someone else do math homework has probably thought “There is absolutely no earthly reason for people to divide fractions!” I certainly don't need to know how to figure out how many cookies some child got in a made-up story problem. The answer is... Continue Reading →
What's wrong with Supercuts? You're 10!
City Mom, Longmont Mom Longmont, CO Having recently moved my family from Chicago to Longmont, Colorado, well, what can I say – I miss the sirens. Every four minutes, I wonder if I’ve gone deaf. Back at the University of Colorado, I referred to this place as Longtucky. As a student, I generally had no... Continue Reading →
Philosophically, I'm not a proponent of the Family Bed. At least not in the sense of making it "a thing." But sometimes the family bed happens.
Chicago Bus Stop, 6:45am I think springtime in Chicago has my number, something made painfully clear to me recently as my kids and I suffered a bout of CPT (Chicago Public Transport). Our car was in the shop for 2 weeks, thus signaling the arctic front that did descend on our dear city this May.... Continue Reading →
The Overhead Bin 