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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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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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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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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