the messy, messy girl

When I was a kid, my mom gave me a picture book that told the story of a little girl with a super messy bedroom – like banana peel-on–the-floor messy room – and how she had to come to terms with giving into her mother and cleaning it until it sparkled at the end. IRead more…

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No, I am Not Winking at You

In the last 24 hours, I have Googled the following terms: “impetigo,” “hard cat poop” and “mesothelioma.” It goes without saying that the visual horror unleashed by the first two terms is something that will stay seared in my memory banks for the rest of my life. But it’s clear that I’ve got a lotRead 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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