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59"That" Mother
You know the one: pulling her hair out stressed, yelling at her children as they climb the shelves and pull down fruit in a way that makes it all come tumbling down. The one who lectures them in the car all...
2 comments59musings on marriage
There was a dead mouse on my porch this morning. This wasn’t just any dead mouse; rigor mortis had set in, his little feet up in the air turned in ways that showed his death clearly wasn’t pretty. Our...
2 comments59fixing schools from the ground up
I am a part-time high school teacher who should be going home right now to pick my own kids from school; trouble is, the school where I work is on lockdown because of a potentially violent police chase in the neighborhood. Given this fact, I have an...
1 comment60What We Do for Our Children
It was my older son's first baseball game of the little league season today. That sounds pretty typical for a spring in the life of an almost seven year old boy; however, this seven year old boy is about as baseball obsessed as they come. Last...
0 comments58The Story Begins
Neil Simon’s film, Chapter Two, was a favorite in my house as I grew up. James Caan had lost his wife many years prior and his new love, Marcia Mason, suffered through the transition as the man she loved...
1 comment57I Have Boys
I have boys; specifically, I have a husband, two sons, a dog and two cats—all of them of the male biological and gender species. To understand the extent of my particular situation, you must know I grew up...
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55receive and release
I’ve spent the last two years focusing on releasing, surrendering, and letting go of fear, expectations, putting other’s feelings before my own--all the normal things the average person with a healthy...
3 comments5960Gentle As We Go
Gentle As We Go I read an article this morning about a conversation between Oprah and Marianne Williamson. They were discussing Oprah’s ongoing struggle with weight and what revealed itself was that it...
3 comments52mastering the art of growing up
I had a rare night at home tonight, alone. I don’t honestly know if I’ve ever been in this house alone at night before. I’m thinking not. Eight years we’ve lived here and not one single night here, in...
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