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The view from the sidelines
We sit at a table strewn with the remains of lunch, watching our preschoolers climb around the play structure. At age 4, my youngest child is an active and happy little boy, ducking into the tunnels....
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Baby you can drive my car
My driver’s license is a laminated bundle of lies. That number claiming to be my weight is actually from 1987, although I suppose I should be grateful that the true number is less than ten percent...
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The getaway
I used to plan our getaways A weekend with my husband Reconnecting, just a guy and a girl No children tugging on the frayed edges. I used to create my own getaways The fifteen minutes of quiet after...
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The secret
I had never smoked a cigarette or a cigar, but on New Year’s Eve 1997, everyone else was doing it. We were celebrating with the gusto of the twenty-somethings we were, new enough to legal drinking that...
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And then there was one
Home is where my kids are, so I anticipated my oldest child’s departure for college with a mix of sadness and excitement. I thought adapting to daily life without one of my outside hearts would be...
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What’s for dinner?
I occasionally reminisce about the time before kids, only to find it’s tough to remember. How did we spend the weekday evenings before they were filled with crying babies, demanding toddlers, homework...
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Senioritis 2.0
I am suffering from senioritis. I suppose I had it when I was actually a high school senior as well. Google defines seniorits as “a supposed affliction of students in their final year of high school...
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Memory holders
This piece was originally published almost four years ago, in December 2014. It’s once again the season for traditions, memory holders, and that purple bin that I just lugged up from the basement for...
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Take it with you
Take it with you, he always says. It has become a running joke over the years, but he really means it. He wants me to take it out of his house and into mine, and now that my children are almost adults,...
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What she said
I used to say too much, too soon. She’s like me, my first-born and only daughter. She vomits her thoughts and worries out on the people who love her most, and then takes the time to sift through the...
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Varsity Blues
The college admission process is not a new experience for me. Thirty years ago, I was the high school senior applying to colleges. Twenty years ago, I was the college admissions counselor, reading...
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Six more lunches
Six more lunches. That is how I’m counting down to the end of the school year – only six more lunches to throw together as he eats breakfast at our kitchen table. Making lunches was the kids’...
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To my son on his 18th birthday
Ah, August, you have always been the month of big changes for me. You started decades ago, when you made me a big sister. Then you made me a mother for the first time, even though that was supposed to...
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