Judith Ritschard

Let me tell you about the time I got busted for cheating in school. During my sophomore year in high school I got a big fat zero on an English assignment and, frankly, I deserved it. I suppose with pressure from juggling athletics, my social life, and academics I got tempted to take the easy […]

As usual, our favorite Mexican restaurant was packed. The parents at the table next to us didn’t even flinch as their kids raced around not just their table, but everyone else’s, too. Several times the kids got in the way of the servers carrying hot food out of the kitchen. My husband and I wanted […]

Goggles. Check. Helmet. Check. Ten-year old skis and jacket with questionable waterproofness. Check and check. I can’t help that as I pack my bags to go on this ski adventure halfway around the world with some fancy clients, some feelings of inadequacy start bubbling up. It’s funny how it’s always the little things that can […]

You might have read the story about the white women in Tennessee who recently sauntered around a mall in their hoodies to prove a point. They went to the same mall that had recently handcuffed several black men for breaking the no hoodie policy, and found they were able to walk around dressed however they […]

I’m a bad soccer mom. I don’t know all the rules of the game. I get the game schedule conflicted with my work schedule or previous family commitments. And, yes, there are times I dread spending a large chunk of my day — or worse, a whole weekend — watching soccer games. I don’t always […]

Summer vacation is a sneaky little devil. Like a Catholic schoolgirl, the first few weeks of summer break seem so sweet and innocent, but, as you all know, things aren’t always as they seem. In May I spent way too much time putting together the puzzle that would be our summer days ahead. To the […]

More than I care to admit I find myself thinking, “Ugh, kids these day!” And I sound like my parents when I hear myself asking a dozen times a day, “Who left all these lights on? Don’t you boys know we have to pay for electricity?” A bigger sign I might not be such a […]

I imagine it’s what a French chef would feel like if someone laid a slab of Velveeta cheese on top of his or her culinary creation. That’s the feeling I get when I hear people labeling any Latino they see as Mexican. I definitely don’t want to whip out the racism card on this one, […]

When it was all said and done, my husband spent six weeks in the miserable land of the injured. A world many of you know is filled with extreme pain, a dizzying dosage of painkillers, crutches that leave the armpits raw, and that depressing feeling of will I ever get my normal life back? Thank […]