Dear Savvy Sister: Can I be friends with racist people?

Dear Savvy Sister, I just returned from dinner with some friends. Somehow, the discussion turned from the latest news about our children to matters a bit more serious. My friends indicated that they are sick of the “race card” being played. They really seem to believe there is no racism in this country. “We have a black president,” they pointed out.” I objected to their generalizations and referred to a recent study showing that the resumes of people with ethnic sounding namesRead more

Dear Savvy Sister: HELP ME HELP MY KID! Also, I need a tissue.

Dear Savvy Sister, What do you do when you ask your 13-year-old kid if he eats lunch with anyone at school, and he tells you no, because when he sits at a table, no one will sit near him?  Besides weep, I mean. Complicating the matter is a school rule that boys and girls cannot sit together at lunch. I think he might feel comfortable sitting with some of the girl students, and they would be comfortable with him.  IRead more

We’re all smashed! Some literally, some figuratively.

Me and my brand new iPhone 5 both got smashed yesterday! One of the smashings was entirely my fault, and the other was only partially my fault. I’ll let you guess which was which. It’s a shame, because it was an otherwise glorious day at the beach with BFF and her kids. It ended with all of the children splashing in the rain-pelted ocean, diving beneath the white caps, thunder rumbling on the horizon. What? Gin fosters courage. Honestly, theRead more

Vacation Odyssey V: The (long long long long) Road Home

When we left Cape Cod, we drove to Northampton, Massachusetts, to visit one of my oldest, dearest friends. We stay in touch via email, but we hadn’t seen each other in years. She had never met the Tyrant! What? Everyone should meet the Tyrant, and watch her dance inappropriately to that new Robin Thicke song, which is my new go-to tune for feeling all BOO-yah. Have you seen the video? Wowser. It makes me feel warm and cozy inside, andRead more

Dear Savvy Sister: About this pint-sized bully….

Reminder: The questions posed in this occasional column are written by actual people.  Dear Savvy Sister, My 4 1/2-year-old son used to be the most well-liked kid in preschool. A little over a year ago, a boy began calling him names and being very aggressive. I addressed the issues with the parents – who were divorcing at the time. They used to be good friends of ours. Now the mother no longer speaks to me becasue I spoke about theRead more

Happy Anniversary, Honey! Love, your crazy bitch.

Dear Hot Firefighter Husband, Eighteen years ago, we exchanged vows under the gazebo on the tennis courts of my parents’ country home. Dad had installed a ceiling fan because, in his words, “there’s nothing more unattractive than a sweating bride.” You fretted about how your hair looked; I was afraid I looked fat. We drank a lot of champagne that night, and danced as the sun set over the pine groves. It was a fairytale wedding. You had asked meRead more


Did you read the first one? Here, I’ll give you a link.  The GREATNESS, Part I Now you’re ready to move on.   My friend and I were talking recently, and she lamented that she wasn’t doing more with her life. “I always swore I wouldn’t let myself be like my mother,” she said. “But here I am. Just a housewife.” This friend has always spoken lovingly of her mother, and with great admiration. They’re very close. “So what doesRead more

Dear Savvy Sister: Won’t you be my friend?

Dear Savvy Sister, I am a huge introvert and I find as I get older, I have a harder time making real connections with people. (People so often misunderstand introversion because they don’t see me as a “shy” person). I really don’t enjoy “Mommy” groups, book clubs, “Girls Night Out,” or any function where I have to gather with people I don’t know very well. I work a lot and when I am not working, I spend most of myRead more

The Partial Cleansing Diet continues.

It’s Day 4 of my Partial Cleansing Diet, and I just broke down and ate a piece of toast because I woke up feeling shaky and woozy. Also, I dreamed that all of the neighborhood women I know have been attending Secret Social Engagements without me at a place called the Paregoric Cafe. Interesting, n’est-ce pas? Hot Firefighter Husband has joined me in the Partial Cleansing Diet. He apparently thinks it’s a contest because every time I turn around he’sRead more

The death of a good man, and the inevitable grief of life.

Our local pizza joint serves dollar pizza and dollar beers every Thursday, and it seems like half our community goes to indulge. The kids run around like wild banshees, and the grown-ups chat and leave big tips for the frazzled waitstaff. We didn’t go last week, but my friend Brent Ashton went with his wife, Gerda. They walked over from their home in a beachside community across the road. After dinner, as they crossed the street back toward home, theyRead more