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Do the best you can
I decided to interview my own mother on her choices and discoveries along the path of parenting. My mother and I fought constantly when I was a teenager. I am a free-spirited soul, and she is more...
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Life, 30 BC
It is hot. Weather advisories tell us there is a heatwave afoot. Our plants are wilting (plant-killer that I am, I blame our friendly star, the sun) and tempers are rising. If we had access to air...
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Just mom?
Last week, I took Miss B to the dentist. Her maiden voyage. Yes, that’s her, looking adorable in her upside-down sunglasses, while I contort gracefully in the background. And that’s her...
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I made it through BlogHer 2012!
I just returned from the BlogHer conference, a fabulous gathering of about 5,000 strong, unique, entrepreneurial and creative women bloggers. Whew! I’m fried. And yet all that estrogen has given me an...
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Rebellion 2.0
My mother often tells me how rebellious I was. Like I need her to tell me. My adolescence was spent trying to thwart her every disciplinary tactic. I did not — and still don’t — like being told what to...
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Ticks, bees and coxsackie
It’s been a week reminiscent of Biblical times. We’ve been visited by angry, man-eating insects, had run-ins with flying fur balls, and been struck with near pestilence. Let’s work backwards, shall we?...
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Oy vey
Has it been so very long since I posted last? Oy vey. I shall be donning a hair shirt in due course. As if I don’t feel bad enough. Every day, I’ve said to myself, “Dude. Write a post.” And as time has...
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Feeding le soul
Lately, I’ve been trying to de-digitalize. See more art. Hear more live music. Read more books. Feed that spark in myself that connects me to the throb, the messiness of life. Recently, hubby and I...
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Rapunzel speaks
On the eve of Sandy, I gather you here for a cozy fireside story. Remember Rapunzel? How she lets down her golden braid so the Prince can climb it and rescue her from solitary confinement in her...
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From diamonds to fleece
It’s been over a year since we left the steamy, summer stoops of Fort Greene, Brooklyn to settle here in small town Brookline, Massachusetts. That summer we left, we made the most of the fleeting...
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