Do you feel like we do?
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Even for Superman, bending steel can be hard sometimes. So how are we mortals to be strong in the face of insurmountable odds? I mean, what were the odds that I would catch the early-morning dog walker whose little darlin’ was dumping in our yard every day? After all that work I did last Fall [...]
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A zippy and irritating essay in last Wednesday’s USA Today asks the question: “Where Can I Get a Child to Take to Work?” In it, Columnist Craig Wilson (who shares that he is childless), laments his poor options for Take Your Child to Work Day. He considers borrowing a child, but decides “it’s not the [...]
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A beautiful Spring day draws out the cyclists. As I cruise through town in my rolling dumpster, I watch riders emerge from backyard sheds and cellars with their bikes. The first cyclists out are the serious types, the ones who hover-balance at stoplights. On their feet are tricked-out shoes that click into stubs where pedals [...]
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It’s time for a good cry! Who’s in? The rule: cry as long as you like, and for any reason: sadness, fear, loneliness, boredom, nostalgia, frustration, anger, happiness, disappointment. No judgement, tears are tears! Informal Survey: 1. If you have kids, do you cry in front of them? 2. If you have a pets, do [...]
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Last week, time pooled around my ankles. When you’re sick, more than your-usual-sick, the water rises slowly and you blink with indifference. My children knocked on the bathroom door. By Wednesday, they’d had it with my absences. I called back, “Busy.” “Come back later.” “Privacy.” While they were at school, I draped over the arm [...]
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“I don’t want to rail against the term Mommy Blogger, but that term is kind of derisive, and it has a patronizing tone to it like, ‘Oh, you are writing about your little cupcakes that you are making.’ There isn’t anything wrong with cupcakes,” Morrill said. I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s an oversimplification of [...]
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Weren’t those old-timey “Greatest Hits” TV commercials riveting? Conway Twitty, Boxcar Willy, Englebert Humperdinck…As a kid, I had no idea who these weird people were, but I could’ve watched their Tee Vee Records ads all day. The singers’ heartfelt crooning, big hairdos and sparkly microphones were enough bring me to my feet in sappy rapture. [...]
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Was it the songs from “Napoleon Dynamite” I’ve used for Coconut Girl videos? Or my “Vote for Pedro” PJs? Whatever it was, on Tuesday, I Law-of-Attracted Uncle Rico to my doorstep. Rico arrived at 11 AM while I was working at the dining room table. The kids were at school and I was drafting plans [...]
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One of my favorite dining companions is a two-year old girl named Sophie. She and her brother Lucas have been friends of my kids since preschool days. Here’s an homage to Sophie, who needs some extra love right now.
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There’s what you want to do. And what you ought. There’s what you truly must do. And what you’d better not. –The Coconut Girl, “High on Chai” Sometimes the candidates for life’s buckets of do’s and dont’s tumble neatly into place. Other times, they bonk the rim on the way in. Then there are the [...]
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