Naughty Pictures

My 14yo hastily cleaned out his backpack before school the other morning and after he’d left, I found a neatly folded sheet of loose leaf paper sitting all alone on the kitchen table tucked under a planter. Upon opening it, I discovered a quite impressive pencil rendering of the male anatomy leading me to wonder –Read more…

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Best Audiobooks for Long Drives With Teens

It’s graduation season, so in preparation for my final journey eight hours south to the big state university my two oldest children have attended over the last five years, I downloaded a couple of audiobooks to help make the time hurtling down a major interstate pass as quickly as humanly possible. Over those years ofRead more…

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100 Days

After 73 days and a lot of breath wasted on telling me there was “nothing to do,” my youngest child went back to school today. And while a little over 10 weeks doesn’t sound so long in theory, when you’re trying to maintain a freelance writing career as well as attempting to keep things livelyRead more…

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Welcome to Dudeville

Aside from my TV viewing habits – which skew towards zombies and bald methamphetamine dealers – I am a girly-girl. I like manicures and gossip and shopping. I’m afraid of spiders. I am not adverse to long conversations about the benefits of Keratin treatments and waxing and discovering the latest Ballard Designs catalog in the mailRead more…

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How Much Would You Pay for a Clean Bedroom?

Sometimes, I can’t stand to hear some of the words that come out of my mouth. Usually, they are the same words that used to come out of my own mother’s mouth. The ones that addressed particular behaviors and were repeated at regular intervals: “Chew with your mouth closed.” “Don’t pick your teeth.” “Put yourRead more…

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Volunteer Rehab

My little guy and I were talking about something the other night when he turned and asked, “Mom, why don’t you ever volunteer for anything for me?” “What do you mean, dude?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant. I could smell where this conversation was going. “You, like, never help out at myRead more…

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