Post Traumatic Stress

Hello, my name is Finn. I would like to lick your feet, eat some sticks and poop on your floor.  I have a new baby in the house. As such, I’ve been getting up at the crack of dawn, adhering to feeding and pooping schedules and wearing a lot of sweatpants. I’ve also been strugglingRead 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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The Beginning of the End

Sometimes, the moments strike when you least expect them. Right when you’re sitting there, in the third row of the high school auditorium chatting with another mom while both your daughters, now seniors, sit onstage and wait to be inducted into some honor society that will look good on their college resumes. You’re sitting andRead more…

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Insulting Things Said to Me Over Dinner

“Hey Mom, quick question,” said my 11-year old son last night as we were sitting down to a late dinner, “but, can you still have babies?” I paused shoveling the forkful of quinoa-stuffed pepper into my mouth, looked at him and said, “Uh, yes.” “WHAT?????!!!!!” he responded, apparently amazed that such a miracle could occur toRead 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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Missing Teeth, Losing Kids and an Ode to the Minivan

Usually here on Sundays I do a little Week in Review thing cleverly disguised as just another post. Really, I consider it a value-added day because not only do I usually tell a little story but I point out other posts I had written throughout the week that you might not have known existed, slippingRead more…

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