Author Archive for Maureen Stiles

The Myth, the Man

When you are the mother of all boys, everyone has a comment. For all the folks that tell me I am a saint, thank you and I concur. I rock. JUST LIKE ALL MOTHERS. People pity us, pray for us…

DOGtv Might Just Be for the Birds

Photo | Maureen Stiles

Singularly unimpressed, Murphy opened only one eye for DOGtv’s “Dog Park.”

When you write for a living, people are always suggesting topics to cover. I ignore most of them because my life is fodder enough—and because I am inherently lazy and writing about the old homestead takes zero research. But recently,…

The Big Picture

My kids are constantly asking me to look at something. Usually it is a YouTube video of a buzzer beater or the latest animal to become an Internet sensation. I have gotten less and less adept at feigning interest. Well,…

House Rules

Some days, parenthood feels like one big bureaucracy. Being successful at the parenting game is like a never ending congressional session; complicated, long and divisive. Let’s face it people, fairly representing diverse groups is hard; everyone has an agenda that…

Sooner or Later

They say that opposites attract and I guess my marriage is living proof of that. While we share the same fundamental values, our approach to everyday life is a study in contrast. My neat husband tolerates my love of piles…

Lottery Did Not Change My Life

I believe there are two kinds of luck. You can be lucky in that you land on your feet time and time again despite little effort and even less logic. Or you can possess luck that lets you win things:…

Run Toward the Car

The night after Thanksgiving a relative got the call every parent dreads. The call notifying them that their 18-year-old son had been in a serious accident. He was a passenger in a car that slid off a winding road, hit…

The Future Is Now

The box sat in the corner unopened for days. Perhaps we knew once opened, the contents of that box would change our lives forever, so it was critical to get the timing just right. For in that carton was a…

The Money Tree

Preparing to move a child into a college dorm is like driving down the road and throwing perfectly good money out the window. The bills just disappear in the wind, leaving nothing to show for it. One would assume that…