The day my mom plopped Autumn onto her lap and began reading, it looked awkward. My daughter was so tiny, the words – even small ones –...

by Mommy On, a blog by Jill S. Litwin I had a few moments, not long ago, when I was missing things about my life B.A. – Before Autumn. ...

At Autumn’s two year check up, Dr. Green said: “This is the age when kids develop an obsession. Things like tractors or witches or dogs.”...

Twas the night before the first day back after winter break, and I asked Autumn what her favorite part was from our two weeks together....

As a teacher and toddler mom, it’s impossible not to mix work with pleasure. I’m always talking letters and numbers, analyzing books and...

Most of the women on my 4th grade teaching team are my contemporaries, born in the late 70s or early 80s. However, there’s one who always...

by Mommy On, a blog by Jill S. Litwin This morning, my friend posted this: “People talk about caterpillars becoming butterflies as if...

by Mommy On, a blog by Jill S. Litwin Mondays are difficult. After two days off, it’s time to turn back on – to plan lessons, answer...

It has been a few weeks since I’ve written. Many days, stories percolated, all with potential to blossom into Mommy On postings, but none...

Autumn and I were both suffering from her being in daycare. The long days had her spending too little time sleeping and too much time in...

Throughout life, the word torture has taken on different meanings. When you’re little, it’s being held down and tickled. In high school,...

Lately, I’ve done very little writing, which, as writers know, is a cardinal sin. They say even when you don’t feel inspired, we should...

Kudos to science teachers who perform dissections. One frog in high school was enough, and as a profession, I teach words in lieu of...

It was a summer day with endless possibilities. Berry picking? Hiking? I gave Autumn choices, but she added her own. “I stay home, at...

I’ve always loved watching short animated films, but it wasn’t until Autumn was having difficulty adjusting to our new home that I began...

Dedicated to all those at the HP parade whose lives are forever changed. I wish someone would invent invisible armor. Hospitals could...

I often wonder whether Autumn was switched at birth. It’s not only her straight, light hair that throws me, but the way she looks at me...

You grew up eight miles from Highland Park, and although you never wished to be from anywhere other than your town, you always admired...

I can now confirm there is no exhaustion like the one that comes from parenthood. Raising Autumn from infancy while living with my...

The last few weeks of school are usually my favorite. Chapters wind down as enthusiasm ramps up, my mind frolicking with glimmers of...