I had the absolute pleasure of attending my twin nephews’ birthday celebration recently at a local “fun zone” which will forever go unnamed. Normally I loathe these places … bazillions of young children racing around quite literally like chickens with their heads cut off to the dismay of parents and caretakers alike. And they don’t even serve alcohol! This particular […]
Articles By: Danielle Wilson
I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, the same year Dick Nixon was elected. Along with my twin sister and three younger sisters, I attended Catholic schools for thirteen years. (Holy Mother, pray for me.) I spent two years as a cadet at the United States Air Force Academy in Colorado until I wised up and transferred to a more normal school, Indiana University, where I received a B.A. in history and a teaching license just for funsies. In 2001, I officially entered the ranks of stay-at-home moms to care for my two-year old son and newborn twins. I have mentally blocked all of 2002 and most of 2003. In 2004, I received a Master’s degree in U.S. History from I.U.P.U.I. and a fourth child from my should-have-had-that-vasectomy-sooner husband. From 2005 until mid-2010, I played Super Mom in the yet-to-be released indie film "Provide Daycare for Your Sister-in-Law's Children Because You Don't Have Enough to Do Already."
I returned to teaching this fall at an undisclosed Indianapolis school where thankfully very few parents know who I am. I am considering developing a bad habit.
As a high school teacher, I deal with all types of parents. Honestly, most are terrific. They respect what I am trying to do for their son or daughter and trust me as a professional to make the right decisions in the classroom. If and when an issue arises, they encourage their teenager to take the lead in resolving matters […]
Over the weekend I had the chance to spend a giftcard at a local clothing store. My two daughters came along for the ride, though I explicitly stated that I was only buying stuff for me, damn it, and that even if they decided to try clothes on, we would not be bringing them home. “Ask Santa!” I commanded, “and […]
We are half way through the holiday season and I haven’t yet put in a shameless plug for my book. (Gasp!) But no worries, I’m going to do it right now, leaving you plenty of time to make a huge dent in your shopping list and put some much-needed ca-ching in my bank account. So without further ado … buy […]
Last week you may recall reading about my younger son assaulting his brother half-way between Louisville and Indianapolis and the subsequent improvement in their relationship. What I didn’t mention was another unforeseen positive consequence of what is now known as the “Fight of 2013.” After Andrew punched his teasing sibling in the temple, my husband and I grounded him for […]
On the way home from a recent trip to Kentucky, our middle son did something he has never done before, at least in front of me. He punched his older brother square in the head with full intention to hurt. Just like that, his skinny arm shot across the aisle and landed right on the temple. I saw the jab […]
Two days before Halloween, and what’s the scariest thing at our house? My bad mood. I am currently struggling through my sixth lousy day in a row thanks to sleep deprivation, hormones and a bit of anxiety thrown in for funsies. Sunday morning was typical of the last week: I yelled at my kids on the way to church, at […]
Some of the emails I get in response to my column are hilarious. Apparently, a good portion of the northern Indianapolis suburbs are full of perfect wives and mothers who feel it is their right, nay their Jesus-driven duty, to point out my flaws and offer me advice on how to have the perfect family. Here are some of their […]
Over the weekend a woman approached me at Meijer. As always, I braced myself for a verbal assault. Instead she told me how much she loved my column and how well she related to my life. But when my husband returned from the breakfast food aisle, she said, “And this must be Doo. I don’t know how you stand it, […]
I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. The other night I was driving over to the high school to pick up a kid from swim practice. A soccer match was underway next door, and I had to stop to allow players and parents to cross the street. I felt an incredible surge of jealously as they passed in front […]