stinky way to start the day

I found it in the refrigerator yesterday as I was digging out the half and half for my early-morning coffee. There it was, sitting quietly next to the pancake mix and Frank’s buffalo sauce, like a time bomb waiting to explode. I had sent my son to the market the day before to pick upRead more…

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winter is coming (and it’s only memorial day)

I was lying on a bed in a hotel room in the-middle-of-nowhere Virginia last week, waiting for my daughter to finish her final exam for the semester, when I posted the following on my Facebook wall: “Winter is coming.” And I know that Memorial Day is here, and maybe I’ve been watching way too muchRead more…

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Five Reasons Mother’s Day Was Pretty Okay

I used to joke that Mother’s Day was not for mothers. If it were, I reasoned, moms would be able to slip away, guilt-free, and spend the day free from butt wiping and nugget baking or whatever was the urgent-need-du-jour. But that never seemed to be the case. There were brunches to attend and pastaRead more…

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mommy math

I have a confession to make: although I purport to be this harried mother-of-four – making a sandwich with one hand while blogging with the other — the truth is that over the last nine months two of those kiddos have been far away at school. The brother and sister are back-to-back grade-wise so heRead more…

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growing up and liking it

Recently, conversations about STDs and the regular use of deodorant reminded me of the two worlds of parenting I straddle with my four children. My two sons bookend their sisters as the oldest and youngest of the brood and with 10 years between them, the only thing the boys have ever been on the sameRead more…

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impulse control

My ex-husband used to tell the funniest story about the day his parents got new barstools when he was a kid. This was the Seventies, when installing a bar in your basement and hanging a dartboard just steps away from your washing machine seemed not only relaxing, but logical. My ex’s parents were teachers andRead more…

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