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this is how i miss him

In the almost four years since my ex-husband moved out, there have been a few times that I really wished the guy was still around. Like when it snows. Say what you will, but that man could shovel like a motherfucker. He’d be outside for hours, first clearing the driveway and front walk as theRead more…

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in the land of teenagers

I have a wooden sign resting on the windowsill above my kitchen sink that reads: Hire a Teenager and continues in smaller letters beneath: While they still know everything, and every time I see it am reminded of this brave new world in which I live. Some days I walk around my house feeling asRead more…

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dude night

As the girliest of girls, I am an advocate of activities like shopping, spa days and seeing big Broadway musicals. And as the mother of two, now-teenage, daughters, I have enjoyed looping them into my girly fun. Over the years, we have done the requisite mall excursions, mani/pedi outings and weekend getaways to Vermont withRead more…

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the very hungry mommy

I have been thinking a lot lately about the trials and tribulations of The Very Hungry Caterpillar. While it’s been a long time since I’ve had a little body snuggled up close on my lap to read the Eric Carle classic, the reckless abandon that I brought to eating and drinking during the holiday seasonRead more…

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if i could talk to the animals

Working from home, I have found that my days are filled with an incredible amount of pressure from my coworkers. They position themselves close by my desk and rarely take their eyes off me. And when I get up to use the bathroom or go down to the kitchen, they follow close behind. If you’reRead more…

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wing mama

  For most of their lives, my children had the luxury of having me as their Wing-mama. If they forgot their gym clothes, homework, instrument or after school snack, I generally would be available to run the errant item over to the school. If they were feeling slightly under the weather during the school day,Read more…

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