Author: Eve Kidd Crawford

The Child Whisperer

My husband suggested in his blog yesterday that I might be a source of child-wrangling tips. This is patently false. I cannot wrangle children – not my own, not anyone else’s. My kids listen to me on occasion, but they…

Food, Glorious Food

I don’t write about food all that much; I generally leave that to my husband while I stick to writing about what I know best: my kids, social anxiety, general awkwardness, neuroses, my crazy family, New Orleans, and stuff I…

Missing Missouri?

My alma mater, the University of Missouri, has been in the news a lot this week, and as a result, I have been seeing multiple pictures of the campus where I spent six years of my life. The stories coming…

Candy-Coated Controversy

There are some issues I just won’t discuss unless I’m with people I know agree with me. Abortion. Immigration. Gun control. Universal health care. But never did I think trick-or-treating was a hot button issue. Until last week, when trick-or-treating…

Going Private

It’s almost Halloween – and what could be scarier than a blog about race, class, and the New Orleans Public Schools? Not anything I can think of! But I can’t stop myself from wanting to write about it, even knowing…

Chapter Apathy

There are some parenting mistakes that, in hindsight, seem really glaringly obvious. Letting Ruby eat three whole cinnamon rolls for breakfast – she said they were delicious! – was clearly a bad idea, as I found out two hours later…

Sorry About That

There aren’t really that many times in my life that I’d like to go back and slap myself silly – there are times I’d like to do over, sure, but not many that I’d like to do over simply because…

A Bitter Resident

I was not a very good hostess when my friends came to visit from Chicago two weeks ago. I mean, I picked them up at the airport, drank a Pimm’s Cup with them at Napoleon House, window-shopped with them on…

Been There, Done That: My Divorce Advice

I didn’t ever expect to be a trendsetter – and I certainly am not when it comes to things like whether wedges are big this season or if stripes are in again. I’m currently wearing elastic-waist pants with a black-and-white…

Coming to Jesus

I haven’t talked much publicly (privately, I assure you, there has been endless discussion and hand-wringing and tears and bourbon consumption) about my decision to take Ruby out of the public charter school she’s been attending since pre-K and switch…

And Now for Something Completely Different

Like any married couple, my husband and I have a lot of inside jokes and a kind of shorthand in how we talk to each other. Lately, we’ve actually gotten all the kids and my mom hooked on a history…

Growing Pains

My kids don’t actually hurt my feelings all that often, even though I sometimes tell them they do. For example, last week, I made Georgia her requested peanut butter-and-Nutella sandwich by folding a piece of untoasted sandwich bread in half…

Remembering November

I have been caught in a crazy Halloween whirlwind this year – a Halloween party at Ruby’s school, a bake sale (candy corn cupcakes), two costumes for the kids, a Halloween party with Georgia’s play group, a last-minute costume thrown…

Halloween Through the Years: A Mother Looks Back

October 2007 When this picture of Ruby (Photo 1) was taken, I was barely hanging on to sanity by my fingernails. I had had a hard pregnancy, followed by a hard baby, and I was just so. damn. tired. Ruby…

Yes, I Am Still Nursing

I don’t have a whole lot of “causes.” I know I seemed like a crusader for Ruby’s school last week, but that really is an exception for me. I don’t generally get involved in political campaigns, I’m very casual about…

Common Core is A-OK (and Morris Jeff is even better)

You get worked up about crazy things as a parent. There have been huge parental debates at meetings at Ruby’s school, Morris Jeff Community School, about the color of shoes and socks, the official timepiece for determining if a student…

Creating the Perfect New Orleans Mix Tape

I still remember the first mix tape I ever got. It was December 1992, I was in seventh grade, and I was in serious puppy love with a blond-haired soccer player in my homeroom. Over Christmas break, he looked up…

Mom Blogging and Oversharing

Fellow blogger Tim McNally teases me sometimes about the confessional nature of my weekly blog, saying that I should pay him for the therapy session. I have always written that way. I don’t know how else to write. I don’t…

Thoughts from a Bogged Down Mom

I have been struggling with gratitude lately. I don’t really know why, except maybe that it was my birthday on Monday, and I still kind of act like a spoiled brat on my birthday. Also, Georgia has been sick with…

Girls and Boys and Technology

I like Facebook. I know it’s not the hippest social media thing anymore, but it’s established and popular. I am friends with my former teachers, former students, former classmates, kids I used to babysit, parents of my daughter’s friends, my…

A Second Helping of Cities Personified

I swear I wasn’t planning to milk this cities-as-lovers thing for two weeks in a row. I was planning an original post, writing it in my head a little bit as I took the elevator to my dentist’s eighth-floor office for…

If New Orleans Were a Person

When I was in college, describing New Orleans to my Midwestern friends, I used to compare it to my loveable drunk uncle: It was fun but not really functional – definitely the kind of person you would want to bring…

Like Mother, Like Daughter

There was definitely a time in my life when I didn’t see the value in staying put. When I was in high school, I loved New Orleans, but I – like most high schoolers anywhere – was starving for new…

Letting Go for a Walk Around the Block

I think we can start with a basic premise for this post, and that is that I am not, as such, a laid-back person in general. I have phobias. I have neuroses. At all times, I have a small movie…

A Day in the Life of a Mom

I took a vacation day yesterday. Once upon a time, taking a vacation day meant sleeping in, treating myself to coffee and a leisurely breakfast, reading the paper, maybe catching a matinee or taking a nice long walk with friends…

Moms in the Kitchen

There are plenty of things I’m not any good at. Volleyball. Singing. Financial planning. One thing I am excellent at, though, is finding silly things to worry about. And so it was that I woke up at about 3 a.m.…

What’s in a Baby Name?

I really was not caught up in the Royal Baby madness that just swept the country. I mean, I am happy for them and everything: healthy baby boy, yay! But I wasn’t waiting breathlessly for minute-by-minute news of Kate’s progress…

Hiding From the World

I made it pretty clear last week that I am not a news junkie, despite the fact that I have two degrees in journalism. I would have to be in an actual coma, though, I think, to have escaped the…