I’m Karen Dukess. I’ve been a tour guide in the Soviet Union, a newspaper reporter and editor in Florida and Russia, the marketing director for Men’s Health magazine, a book reviewer for USAToday and am now a communications consultant for the United Nations — none of which prepared me to be the mother of two teen-aged boys. My oldest, who is 14, recently described my former parenting blog (at the late Trueslant.com) as “hilarious,” only to respond to my look of bemused pleasure by clarifying that it was funny because he was laughing at me. My youngest, who is 12, is still not a teenager, at least according to the standards of 1962. But we all know by now that 12 is the new jaded 15.
At home, I am not only driver, maid, cook and backscratcher, but I am that tree in the forest - I know I’m talking, but as no one is listening, I’m not sure I am making any noise. I hope this blog will resonate with others experiencing the bewildering, exasperating and, when you least expect it, profoundly moving experience of raising teen-aged boys. Join the conversation. I promise I’ll stop texting and listen. Maybe I’ll even make eye contact. In any case, I promise to pick up my dirty socks.