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00Okay, so not the world’s most original post — since I’ve never written a post like it before, preferring instead to bitch about it to my...

00I was only five years old when my brother was born. It was my mother’s growing belly that prompted my questions about where babies come from. My mother...

00Men are warped in their own, unique way. That is not a newsflash. What never ceases to amaze me, however, is just how vast the crevasse that separates the...

00The problem with being a parent today is that there is nothing good we can threaten our children with. My mother used to promise to break arms when my brothers...

00It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, almost 3 pm and I haven’t even gotten out of my pajamas yet. I channel surf while sipping my Coke Zero until I...

00I recently found myself living the dream that kept me alive all those years when my children were small and ever-present. Those days when I couldn’t even...

00The other night I was reading a book about starfish to my youngest. As we counted the starfish’s fingers or whatever they are, he corrected me. “Mom,...

00Our youngest daughter stands at the door, knocking loudly. She raises her eyebrows and points to her ear, letting us know that she hears the banging of tiny...

00I sat that cold January afternoon by the diving board watching our coats. Mark, his sister Grace and his little brother Vic were at the other end of the high...

00 I have a confession to make…I love mowing the lawn. No, “mowing the lawn” is not some weird Mantra-type sexual position. I mean it literally...