I.N.A.Y (It’s Not About You)

If I were in charge of the world, babies would read in the womb. None of these headsets on the belly so they can recite Scandinavian poetry as soon as they get suctioned. No, sir. Let’s just hold the text right up there and with black light (or something) they can balance your checkbook before they can breathe! How […]

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Sports: how I loathe you

My husband loves sports, especially soccer. He loves playing, refereeing and watching soccer. So, it was only natural that with our first child (the practice kid) we signed her up like all the other lemmings when she was five and it truly was amateur Amoeba Ball just like they said it would be. Now in […]

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A tally of hectic parenthood in library fines

I love the library. I love the smell of books and even though we have been gifted a Kindle and use it frequently, I still prefer the feel of holding someone’s heart and thoughts in ink on a page. Sadly, my admiration for libraries does not translate to veneration of their rules and due dates. […]

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Traveling safely on food allergy path not an easy journey

Not many people know this but all my kids are freaks. My oldest had no heartbeat when she was born and had to be taken via ambulance to a higher level NICU. So, that was my mirth-filled “welcome to motherhood” moment. My second has a diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy, my third has a kooky eyeball […]

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Advice from a parent of a teen in the trenches

I don’t know why I thought raising teenagers was going to be easy since my teen years didn’t go so well; so why would I think that my children would be the only ones in the history of the universe that would never roll their eyes, slam doors or get annoyed at my very existence? […]

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A welcoming kitchen is better than perfect meals

Have you ever wondered why there are never any smallish children lending a hand on cooking shows? Sources within the industry tell me that they would have to be taped from a padded room because you would have to be clinically insane to attempt measuring, stirring and any -ing with the little people. Anytime you […]

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Mid-mothering Crisis

Age has, up until now, been my friend.  At the ripe age of thirty-seven, I worry that my warranty is beginning to expire. Even with metabolism quirks and adjustments to hair dye, I was shocked recently to find myself waist-deep in a mid-life crisis now instead of the expected year that rhymes with “borty”. Apparently […]

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