Girls Can Drive Dumptrucks and Boys Can Dance


By Barbara Matousek “I wish our family had two moms,” Sam says, and I am caught by surprise. I am loading the dishes into the dishwasher while Sam puts the head on his new Lego alien minifigure and Eva pulls at my pants leg begging for her bedtime cup of milk. “Why is that?” I […]

“When We’re All Dead And Not Here, Who Will Be Here?”


By Barbara Matousek “What sports did Grandpa Jim like?” my son asks. We are standing in the kitchen and he is pulling the scissors out from the drawer, cutting the plastic wrap off a frozen raspberry fruit bar. “He liked all sports,” I say. Sam hands me the wrapper and I place it in the […]

Single Mom Examining Her Dating Options


By: Barbara Matousek We are sitting on the wooden deck on the east side of the aquatic center watching our four-year-old boys float on their backs and “do big scoops” and play a game called Mr. Fox What Time Is It, when an older father leads his daughter past us and back towards Sam’s pre-school […]

Is This Single Mother of Two Having a Midlife Crisis?


By: Barbara Matousek I’m not sure what I was thinking. Maybe I wasn’t actually thinking. Mostly now I think “midlife crisis.” Why else would a 45-year-old single mother of two children under five commit to something as time consuming and crazy as a Ragnar relay? For anyone who doesn’t know what these are, they are running […]

The Question of China


By: Barbara Matousek “Mom, what does C-H-I-N-A spell?” He asks from the backseat. This is his latest used-to-be-cute-but-is-now-really-annoying obsession.  This morning as I was making pancakes and his baby sister screamed for bananas and milk and uppie-uppie-uppie, Sam read me the titles of all 50 of his Pokemon cards, frequently mixing up the T’s and […]

Little Pieces of Me


By: Barbara Matousek Three deep red lines wrap around my wrist, and although I’ve tucked them underneath the band of my Polar heart rate monitor, the sweat and constant motion have moved them up on my arm. I’m approaching mile marker 4 and I can hear Freebird blasting from an old country farm house on the […]