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Here's the problem!

On Tuesday a 15 year old cross country runner got hit by a minivan. Everyone had an opinion about it!  My take is that drivers in Westport think they are superheroes. Everyone here thinks they can drive a car, text, speak on the phone and yell at their kids in the back sit all at once and still get from point A to point B without hurting anyone! Today I was behind a car that had a bumper sticker that really spoke to me. It read "Put the phone down and no one will go hurt." I loved it and instantly wanted one for my car. Two seconds later I saw the driver of the car not only look down at her phone to read a text, as she was pulling away, but she put on her glasses because she couldn't read the text, as she was driving.  There you have it in a nutshell, why none of us are safe on the roads of Westport. 

Enjoy the silence!

This morning at around 8:01am I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief in Westport.  I'm pretty sure that it came from all of the mothers who got their kids off to their first day of school! Of course we'll miss those lazy summer days with our cherubs but let's be honest, having a few hours of silence will be nice won't it? Be honest! It's nice to get a break! How are you going to spend your first day?

Soccer Mom

For me and many other city girls there are two uber symbols of suburbia: the minivan and the soccer mom. When I moved here three years ago, my husband rented a minivan for my trip from the city to our new house in Westport. I cried so hard and my reaction was so violent, that he promptly cancelled the reservation and got me an SUV instead. The minivan has never come up again.  ( I know, I know it's the most practical vehicle for families, it's my personal mental limit) Fast forward three years...I am a soccer mom. How did this happen to a city girl you ask? How did this happen to me I ask? Well future suburban moms beware, it happens in a flash! Here's how it happened to me. Your kid is born into a Spanish family that lives and breathes soccer. In fact, his first uniform is given to him at birth. He innocently plays soccer in the park with his dad. He takes the cute pre-school soccer classes in Central Park. He gets into Kindergarten and joins the local