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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