the family bed

Since my ex moved out a couple of years ago, I’ve had a constantly rotating schedule of bed partners. Some of them steal all of the covers and kick me with their long legs, while others are so short that their presence barely registers in my king-size bed. What’s that, you ask? Am I someRead more…

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(don’t) call me maybe

I became a parent in the prehistoric age when it seemed that only people who received a paycheck for their jobs had that nifty little item called a cell phone (in other words, not stay-at-home-moms like me at the time). I did have the very high-tech call waiting feature on my home phone and eventually,Read more…

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Anchors Away

Twenty years ago today, I bought a car. Or at least, I started the day buying a car and ending it having a baby. It all happened so fast. My husband at the time and I, babies ourselves, were about to have one and having just moved to the suburbs from Hoboken, were in theRead more…

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