A few years ago the beloved captain of my daughter's basketball team called me a cool mom. Ugh! Cool mom? All I could picture was her . Who can forget Amy Poehler's character passing out alcohol and condoms to her teen daughter's girlfriends, desperate to be liked. I was mortified and offended. My daughter thought it was hilarious. It didn't spark a whole lot of soul-searching on my part, primarily because the thought has NEVER been on my radar. If anything, my family scoffs at my UNcoolness! But in a quest for self-awareness, I had to at least think things through. Yes, I am on the younger side when it comes to moms with kids in college. I do love to laugh, go to concerts, and dance and sing like a fool when I get there. And I do like my pop music loud. Chicago airport antics Dang. Does that make me a cool mom? And why does it bother me so in the first place? I guess I simply loathe how that label insinuates one is *trying* to be c...
confessions of a news anchor mom, seeking an unscripted life