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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Marriage is like Silverware

I thought that by having two handfuls of roommates in college with a diversity of personalities made me unbelievably over prepared for marriage. My level of patience and skills at negotiation were at an all-time high. I was twenty-four, had numerous psychology courses under my belt and thought the only thing needed to make our […]

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Life lessons in gratitude from the laundry mat

Everything I needed to know, I learned at the local laundry mat. Coin laundries are often stark, undecorated places and through the years I’ve put more hours and quarters in them than I’d care to calculate. You see quite a slice of society in your local laundry business and since I spent most of college […]

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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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Putting Fear back in her place

Whenever I see her, she is dressed in gray from head to toe, like she stepped out of a silent black and white film. Her face is expressionless and her hair colorless. She is dressed simply with not a thread or inch of skin drawing any attention to herself. Many of you would scarcely notice […]

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You can write your own story

Six years ago, my children and I listened to the audio CD of the familiar tale of “Charlotte’s Web” while driving the streets of our city on the way to school. The voice reading the beloved best-seller was the author himself, E.B. White. Hearing his voice made me feel like I’d heard it somewhere. It […]

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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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Confessions of a Special Needs Mom

In High School, inspirational speakers came to encourage us to avoid the trifecta of stupid teenage mistakes: prison, drugs and pregnancy. One speaker specialized in avoiding the road to prison by handing out plastic spoons, reminding us that in prison you can only use one utensil: the lowly spoon.  While teachers handed us the plastic flatware as […]

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