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Articles by Marcelle Soviero
Nonfiction: America's real school-safety problem
Detail from the cover of Homeroom Security Last fall, a Delaware student was suspended from school after bringing a knife into his classroom. Because of his school's zero-tolerance weapons policy, he was suspended for 45 days and forced to attend an alternative school. Swift justice? Perhaps -- except that the student, Zachary Christie, was a first grader at the time and the "weapon" was his Cub Scout-issued fork-spoon-knife tool.
The Seder | Brain, Child Magazine
I rang the doorbell of my ex-husband Larry’s house, a jar of gefilte fish in one hand, boxed coconut cake in the other. To date, I’d been to the house on Thunder Lake only to drop off the kids. But today I was here with my husband, Eric, and two stepchildren, Luke and Jamie, for Seder dinner. Given the circumstances, this was miraculous: I’d last seen Larry three weeks ago at the trial.
Writing Motherhood
I was a writer long before I became a mother, but in 1998, with the birth of my daughter, Sophia, my writing self changed with the emergence of my mother self. I exploded with energy and creativity—and new material. I wrote about Sophia often, and she remains a source of inspiration. By 2002, a mother of three children under the age of four, I wrote in any spots I could find (haven’t we all tried to escape to a closet?), sometimes for only fifteen minutes at a clip.
Through My Mother’s Dying Eyes
I’ve just returned from a trip home to Australia to say goodbye to my mother, who is in the final stages of terminal cancer. The twenty-two hour flight has never seemed longer. And back in the US, on vacation in Ithaca, NY, I find that the world looks different: I feel as if I’m seeing everything for the last time, as if through my mother’s dying eyes—sunlight filtering through the trees, the lake ablaze in the late afternoon.
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The Girl Who Wanted to Fly
The Girl Who Wanted to Fly “I want to fly,” she says. She is four, she is five, she is six, and this is always her birthday wish. She is my first child, my smallest child, five pounds at birth. She is the child I was always getting used to, a tiny risk-taker, so different from me. Before she should have been standing she’d been pushing her baby doll at top speed in the bucket swing. At eighteen months, she was running. I’d find her at the top of the monkey bars in our backyard.
BYB 065: Behind The Scenes At Beyond Your Blog - With Founder, Susan Maccarelli
This podcast turns the tables and has Beyond Your Blog creator Susan Maccarelli’s husband (and BYB technical expert) asking the questions. Chad Maccarelli hosts this episode interviewing Susan with listener questions covering everything from her worst podcast experience to favorite guests, her time management strategies, monetization plans, personal submission goals, favorite comfort foods, and much more.
Editors’ Picks-”15″ Favorite Blog Posts
In honor of our 15th year in publication, we asked our editors for some of their most favorite Brain, Mother blog posts. Here are the top 15 selections: MAMA: Mother Against More Activities By Francie Arenson Dickman I’m not sure when doing nothing after school fell out of favor. As a kid, I was a pro at nothing. We all were.
Should Parents Be
YES! By Marcelle Soviero When my oldest daughter turned fourteen, she fought every rule I made, and acted out considerably and dangerously. I knew something had to change if she was going to stay safe, make better choices, and if we were ever going to sit in the same room together again. Because I only had control over my own behavior, that’s what I changed. I chose to be my daughter’s friend, to cut down on the naysaying and rule-setting.
Forget Memory
By Marcelle Soviero. The door buzzer goes off on my way in, I’ve forgotten again to key in the passcode, but the patients are not rattled, only the nurses notice the piercing sound as loud and long as a siren. The unit is locked so patients don’t get out, don’t get lost. My mother has a bracelet around her ankle now, prisoner style, just in case. She wanders, my mother. Wandering is what got us here.
I Wish I'd Never Told Her To Hurry
She turned sixteen yesterday. She's no longer the sweet chubby-faced baby I knew so well. I knew every inch of her, in the knowing way of mothers, from the curls that swooped around her curving ears to her fat little toes I kissed each morning. I knew her quirks and her desires, how she liked her oatmeal and how her brother made her squeal. She made me beam with just her existence. And her face would light up like a mirror of mine when she saw me.
Our Sibling Blog Series
The Twins and the Pendulum By Andrea Lani But they’re not wizards, just two normal boys—as normal as you can be when you share the same DNA—a pair of pendulum bobs swinging through their days, sometimes crazily out of whack, and sometimes in near-perfect alignment. Saving My Sister By Marcelle Soviero I hated visiting my sister in the hospital, but I did, because though her personality had completely changed, she was the same sister I once thought was in charge of my earth’s orbit.
Saving My Sister
I hated visiting my sister in the hospital, but I did, because though her personality had completely changed, she was the same sister I once thought was in charge of my earth’s orbit. “Liddy, what’s going on?” I asked my older sister who sat across from me at the kitchen table, scratching her arms until they looked raw. Lydia had been home only six weeks from a three-month stay in Harbor Fields, a psychiatric hospital. “Dr. B gave me the wrong medicine,” she said.
The Lord Looks at the Heart: When My Son Became My Daughter
I am the mom of the little girl called A.J., who was recently profiled in the Kansas City Star. As surprised as I was to find my family in the paper, I am also incredibly proud. Credit Image: Jessica Keating Photography on Flickr My daughter is six years old. She transitioned—which means she changed her outward appearance from male to female and started living full-time as a her true gender—when she was four.
This is Adolescence: 16
By Marcelle Soviero Sixteen is full of paper thin promise, delicate due to the decisions I can’t make for her anymore, decisions that will determine what happens next. Stunning in her complexity, 16 balances in the gray area—in my moment of hesitation after she asks if she can stay out later tonight. Before I can answer she says, “Great, thanks Mom,” and I wonder if she’s heard me or if this is sarcasm. I don’t know if she’s going out with the older boyfriend I don’t like and don’t trust.
Mommy Avoidance: Do You Attend Every End-of-School Event?
Maybe it’s because my son Johnny is the youngest of five or maybe I’m just getting crabbier as time goes by, but after attending so many orchestra concerts for my five children who have each played—and for the most part retired from—every conceivable musical instrument, I found it hard to get into the groove of Johnny’s end-of-year concert last night.
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