Stephanie Newton Books

My daughter started getting sick on Saturday. This is where she’s spent the last two days. She sticks her hand out every once in a while for a Sprite or a couple of Advil. Oh, and my chick who goes through life singing can’t even croak out a syllable. Complete misery.

My dog Honey is really my daughter’s dog. But somewhere along the way, Honey decided that she is responsible for my safety. She wakes me up in the morning just before the alarm goes off. She follows me around…all day long. If I’m cooking in the kitchen, she’s right under my feet. And if I [...]

In our new neighborhood we have lots of ponds. I love them. I love the way the sun sets over them in the evening. I love the way the moon shines on them when I get up waaaaay too early in the morning. (Thank you, first child, who just had to go to school this [...]

I was putting mascara on this morning, thinking wouldn’t it be nice if my eyes didn’t look like two holes burned in a blanket without this stuff? When we were in Paris last April, my husband and I strolled through Galleries Lafayette, gawking. It’s an unbelievable store.

I didn’t buy anything. I was too overwhelmed. But [...]

My dad has two daughters. My sister has three daughters. A fact that my dad thinks is hilarious since he is still paying for our weddings and I’ve been married nearly twenty years, my sister nearly ten. I have a daughter too, and I’m already working on her. “Don’t you think a small family wedding [...]

Me: Tell me “Good night, wonderful Mommy.”Kid 2: Why wonderful?Me: Uh, I did your science for you? (she thought I was “helping”)Kid 2: (laughing) Oh, yeah, okay. You did…But Dad brought me chocolate.Me: Dad wins.

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He’s getting brave. I think he’s doing reconnaisance.