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Meghan Cox Gurdon
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Who died and made him president?
- R e-entry after a longish vacation is always a disorienting time. You turn the key and have to push the door hard to get past the drifts of unopened mail. Most of the mail is bills, of course, and that brings on its own sense of delirium.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Children should be seen and must be heard
- W e’d been toiling for what felt like ages across remote stretches of roasting sand, with beach chairs banging against our legs and heavy bags digging into our shoulders, when at last the beautiful blue ocean slid into view.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: When the baby hates the beach
- I think we can all agree that the point of a family vacation is for everyone in the family to have a happy time together in a place equally pleasing to exuberant children and weary parents.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Tell the children the world is their oyster
- A friend of mine gave his 11-year-old daughter a pair of sneakers the other day, thinking she’d be pleased. She was not. She became agitated when she saw the label and told him, “I can’t wear these, because of child labor!”
Meghan Cox Gurdon: iPod, youPod, but must theyPod, too?
- A s we sat around the dinner table last night, the children and I, a conversation took place that was for everyone else innocently cheerful — avariciously cheerful, even — and for me, fraught with tension, remorse, and anxiety. And I found myself wondering: Am I alone in this?
Meghan Cox Gurdon: ‘The View’ women throw Michelle Obama puffballs
- Weeeeeeoooooh!” shrieked the studio audience as Michelle Obama came on the set of ABC’s “The View” yesterday in her role as guest co-host.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: The games people try to play on gasoline
- I’m not sure when I began dabbling in the game, but ever since gas hit $4 a gallon I’ve been playing like a fanatic — albeit in a fanatically slow, idling, dream-sequency way.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Bye-bye, Mr. Unity Guy
- It was sweet, this fantasy that an American longing for unity could somehow be fulfilled single-handedly by a handsome, plausible young senator from Chicago.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: What a difference eight years make
- The irony would be delicious if it weren’t so shameful.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Washington’s Ostragoths sack the dinner table
- Etiquette columnist Miss Manners printed a letter the other day from a woman hoping to introduce a new item of cutlery, the “cheese scissors.”
Meghan Cox Gurdon: Oh, the agony of parenthood
- If, on a sunny day, your small children open a lemonade stand, do you charge them for the lemons pilfered from your kitchen? Of course not? What kind of a scrooge do I take you for?
Meghan Cox Gurdon: My beautiful cut-n-pasted mommy
- Even as you read this, sweet little children across the country are carefully finishing the last, dear festive bits of the card, collage or tiny, clumsy sculpture that they have made to give to the temporary love of their young lives on Mother’s Day.
Meghan Cox Gurdon: The delicate dance of the seven evasions
- To a degree, polite society requires all of us to conceal our true feelings. We smile appreciatively when our hostess presents us with a plate of something we really don’t feel like eating.