Jackie Nastri Bardenwerper
Surviving Medication Shortages. My Search for Children’s Ibuprofen
It was a Sunday night after a busy week of holiday travel when my oldest appeared from her bed.
“Mommy, I don’t feel well,” she said.
I felt her head. She was burning up.
Our youngest had...
My Daughter’s First Christmas Without Santa
I was driving my oldest daughter to gymnastics practice one mid-November evening when she asked if we could talk about Christmas.
“Sure,” I said, assuming she would ask about something easy. Items for her Christmas...
Serving Up Self-Control With a Plate Full of Vegetables
When my oldest child was a toddler, she ate everything. Peas, broccoli, carrots, entire meatball subs. Whatever she tried, she liked, making mealtime a breeze.
Until she turned two-and-a-half.
During this time, we lived in temporary...
In Our Family, We Walk to School Together
My nine-year-old daughter’s question caught me off guard as we meandered down the sidewalk, halfway through our daily half-mile walk to the elementary school.
It was a beautiful morning, the sky clear, the air still...
Summer’s Not Over Yet! Five Ways to Enjoy the September Heat
Every year after Labor Day, my mind drifts to Don Henley and his ’80s hit single, The Boys of Summer. I think of it as I walk the kids to school. As I drive...
I’m a Neon-Loving, Crop Top-Wearing Mom of Three. Is It Time to Grow Up?
It all started with a pair of scratched sunglasses.
Not just any sunglasses, but custom neon ones I had designed online in colors with names like acid pink and retina burn. Out of all the...
Ten Years After My Second Miscarriage, I Still Wonder
It was July 20, 2012.
The corridor was cold, my skin prickly as I walked toward the operating room, my blue cloth gown swaying, my hands desperately trying to hold it closed. My eyes were...
The Day My Three-Year-Old Learned the Truth About Chicken
I was chopping vegetables when my three-year-old walked over and asked what I was cooking for dinner.
“Chicken stir fry!” I said, pointing to the bright mounds of peppers and tomatoes, eggplant and squash.
She started...
Three Moms Walked into a (College) Bar. What I Learned.
My husband and I were at dinner with two couples enjoying a rare parents’ night out at a local restaurant. Not able to remember the last time the stars had aligned and we’d all...
To All the New Moms, It’s Okay To Shower
The sun beat down on my shoulders as I pushed the stroller up the last hill and into our driveway. It was the middle of July, and Connecticut was trapped in a heatwave, leaving...