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Welcome to the Habitrail

There was a period of time, while growing up in the Seventies, that I wanted nothing more than a pet hamster or two. But more than the critters themselves, what I really wanted to get my hands on was one of those elaborate Habitrail systems that allowed you to create this maze of interconnected plasticRead more…

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there will be blood

I didn’t go into parenting with the intention of becoming the breaker of hearts. To be the dasher of young dreams. But it seems it’s a role I am destined to play. Take yesterday for example: I was lying on my bed working Grey Gardens-style — with my laptop, assorted papers, reading glasses and KindleRead more…

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Tradition

I ran out to the CVS in town around dinnertime last week to pick up some graduation cards and on the way home, I drove past the middle school and immediately began to cry. Sloping up the school’s lawn, in front of the big white gazebo and under a perfect June sky, were the familiarRead more…

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fuck fear

My girlfriend emailed me this video yesterday and had written “Fuck Fear” in the subject line and I was inspired not just by the whole “Lean In” thing but by the sentiment of those two words combined. I’m tired of being afraid. Of not feeling good enough. And I have to keep reminding myself, “IfRead 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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