Family matters: What I remember from my teachers
By Claire Mullen This summer, my dad began a purging project of the storage spaces in his house. Until now, those spaces had brimmed with 35 years’ worth of his […]
A pair of unforgettable visitors
Editor’s note: CityView contributing columnist Claire Mullen wrote this refection in memory of Karen Gallimore Argo, who died Monday. Argo was a former youth director and longtime member of Haymount […]
Family Matters: Parking Lot Parables
By Claire Mullen There are two types of people in this world. And no, I’m not talking maskers and non-maskers vaxxers and anti-vaxxers, or even Hellmann’s versus Duke’s faithfuls. The […]
Family Matters: Answering the call
By Claire Mullen My column in last month’s issue was dedicated to mothers and all of the amazing things that they do. Oftentimes, it seems that the matriarch of our […]
Family Matters: The Best Thing
By Claire Mullen In honor of Mother’s Day, I took to social media to pose one question to anyone who wanted to answer. I received an overwhelming number of responses […]
Family Matters: Aging gracefully(ish)
By: Claire Mullen Age is just a number,” they say. A saying fit for a tattooed septuagenarian with a penchant for Harleys, or perhaps someone who helps with grandkids during […]
Family Matters: Survival of the Littlest: One Mom’s Mission
By: Claire Mullen I’m ashamed to confess what follows, but in the interest of saving lives, here you have it: two out of two of my children have had near-drowning […]
Blanketing Our Children with Love
By: Claire Mullen For far too many children in our community, a blanket, made quite simply from two rectangles of colorful fleece, stacked atop one another, fringed around the edges […]
Family Matters: Split Ends and Laundry Bins
BY: CLAIRE MULLEN Self-care. A concept that seems to me, a 35-year-old mother of two young children, to be a luxurious thing of the just-me past. Perhaps something to look […]
Family Matters: Toto’s Ginger Cookies
BY: CLAIRE MULLEN Last year, on the Saturday morning before Christmas, I found myself standing with fuzzy-slippered feet in my flour-bombed kitchen, over a plate of warm-from-the-oven cookies, inexplicably weeping […]
