This Is What 12 Smells Like

  Yesterday I was sitting at my kitchen table looking at my laptop when my 12yo son came in from playing outside and I was reminded, not for the first time, of the miracle surrounding puberty. It stinks. He’d come home from school earlier without much to do. There were no games or practices toRead 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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Landslide

In the mental photo album I keep tucked deep within the cracks and crevices of my ever-failing memory, lay the snapshots of certain key moments of my life. They’re the ones I pull out to study in the middle of the night or while driving alone in my car. The ones that I can’t forget. Unlike theRead more…

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How to Market Your Family

This is an updated version of something I wrote last year cursing this annual insanity. It started the day after Thanksgiving last year, the annual marketing campaign going on in homes across the country that gives new meaning to the term Black Friday. Inside my mailbox on that day, along with 20 pounds of PotteryRead more…

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Boy on Fire

I should have seen it coming. Or maybe I should have smelled it. Earlier in the evening I’d detected the unmistakable odor of teen spirit wafting up from the basement, where my youngest son has been hanging out more and more lately. I mean, who could blame him? Not only is there a sitting areaRead more…

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