Category Archives: Parenting Methods

Poor Reception

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I have never liked television, though you’d never know that if you saw me in a room with one. I immediately goggle any lit screen, and am released from its spell only when someone shuts it off. I just can’t detach from the visual stimulus, whether dog food commercial or cop opera. So I’ve always […]

Full Moon, White Lie

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No one else went to ballet last night either. Maybe that’s not such a white lie, but I told it. Because these tears, this disappointment, those 6 year-old puppy dog eyes, they had to stop wrecking havoc on my conscience. I warned her. I was a good parent. She blew it. She threw a pencil […]

New Use for a Mannequin

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Photo: Allan Clark I’m a minimalist and I’m cheap. My entire jewelry collection consists of my original wedding ring and a Timex watch. I’d live in a one room cabin with indoor plumbing if my family would move in with me. Eating in a restaurant? I order the cheapest item and drink water. Going to […]

Roles of a Father

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The roles of a father are numerous. One that recently snuck up on me was a frank discussion about — okay, quietly now — masturbation. Oh, I know this may evoke in some the same queasiness that comes with, say, handling worms. It was that unsettling feeling which helped me speak openly and honestly to […]

Co-Sleep or No Sleep

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Inspired by amendments made by Dr. Ferber in regards to his sleep philosophy, on December 29, 2005, the Styles section of the New York Times ran an article by Amy Harmon in which many co-sleepers voluntarily outed themselves. I myself, felt vindicated. I had actually gotten to the point where I could say to just about […]

That Mom

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I have so completely become "that woman", "that mom." "That mom" who used to inspire my eyes to roll in disgust at how she could possibly let her little angel roll around on the floor of a department store or touch the unbought merchandise with his tiny, dirty hands as she waits in line staring […]