Tag: parenthood

8 Things Our Kids Will Never Do






This week I used one of those new fangled umbrellas, the kind that closes ‘up’ instead of down, so that when you are getting into your car or your house, water isn’t dumped all over you. You would think I




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Iris






I am holding his hand, but I can’t form words. In truth, there is nothing to say.  It occurs to me it has been a full day since we have spoken to each other. It’s a blistering hot day, and I




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Splintered

I am four people away from getting my single Friday night margarita when I see my husband frantically waving me out of line at our favorite taco joint. I had been deep in conversation with a dad behind me who

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Father Christmas

I was home from college for Christmas. We were gathered around the table, my freshman 15 pounds packed onto my 18 year old frame. I shoveled in my mother’s famous chicken divan, so happy to be in my house, eating

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A Thanksgiving Stuffed with Guilt

I probably shouldn’t have said it. I just blurted it out when I realized he wasn’t there. My 8 year old had handed me a Thanksgiving card she made for us at school. It had the feathers glued to the

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On 8 point bucks and Paris

It might have been my husband’s fault. Or mine. Either way, the cacophony of rushing out of the house early on a Saturday morning meant we had forgotten some needed hockey gear. I selfishly volunteered to go home to get

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Six Things I Can’t Tell My Kids






I was a perfect mother before I had children. I do everything I said I wouldn’t do. My kids eat chicken nuggets and hot dogs and mac n’ cheese. They watch TV. I say things like, “The next person who




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Dignity Free Zone






Just a few days after my son was born, I was in my kitchen, having survived another sleepless night. I was a terrified, elated, clueless new mother. I held the coffee pot under the faucet and turned it on. I




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