Give Us Dirty Laundry

I feel sorry for the Cannings. You know who they are. They’re the New Jersey family that made international headlines last week when their teenage daughter, Rachel, took her parents to court in an effort to get them to pay her school tuition, even though she moved out of their house in October. Rachel accusesRead more…

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The Secret to a Perfect SAT Score

“That is so not fair,” observed my 16-year-old daughter as she drove us around yesterday afternoon to do some chores while we listened to “All Things Considered” on the radio. She had just heard about the changes coming to the SATs and, as she prepares to take the college entrance exam for the second timeRead more…

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20 Days Unemployed

Greetings from Day 20 of my unemployment! I am here to report to those of you still working that aside from the paycheck and insurance benefits, having a job gives one a sense of purpose each day. Being employed generally keeps one showering regularly and a reason to get out of bed in the morningRead more…

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Mrs. X

When I was in the end stages of my divorce a few years ago and struggling with whether I should reclaim my maiden name, my college roommate advised against it. “What are your kids’ friends going to call you?” she asked, and went on to explain how her high school boyfriend’s mom was always Mrs.Read more…

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That Time My Tooth Fell Out

I tend to have recurring dreams, with many of the same themes cycling through my brain, night after night. There’s the one where I’m packing a suitcase or boarding an airplane. I always seem to be taking off and never landing. There’s another one where I’m driving to a city — along loopy highways — orRead more…

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525,600 Something

If I were the mathematical sort, I would try to calculate just how many hours there were between fall and spring semesters at the university that my two oldest children attend. But as I have a hard enough time counting how many times I’ve squatted on a ball or lifted a weight over my headRead more…

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