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Curtain Call
When you are a five year old ballerina, you dance a little and wait to dance a lot. First, you stand around in your frilly fish costume looking adorable. You preen under the adulation you receive. Then...
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My Little Girl
She’s only 75 feet away from me but I know that she has gone further. Much further. She’s with a group of kids we met just a few days ago. This amalgamation of youth is camp magic: 5 + 2 + 3 + 1 = 11...
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Come Fly With Me
We spent the weekend in Boston with the kids—packing in the memories like sardines in a can. The Children’s Museum. The Barking Crab. Nantasket Beach. The Red Parrot. U2 at Gillette Stadium (this last...
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All You Need Is Wuv
My internet addiction has spawned Henry’s television addiction. When Medium and Large are off at school, it is oftentimes too easy to start my morning with a cup of joe, Facebook, and the New York...
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Monster Guilt
I have been debating whether or not to post this as I want to maintain custody of my children. I’m only half-joking. No judging. The babysitter hasn’t shown up, the older kids are still in their...
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If You Love Something
He crawled through a hole in our fence; the one created by our former dog. The one we thought we had fixed. The irony was not that Paco escaped using Andie’s old escape route, rather, it was that he...
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Dog vs. Mom
The kids are playing in the basement; the decibel level is akin to a rock concert. I ask my husband to close the door and search for serenity within my fiction cocoon. I am nearly in the zone when I...
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#1 Reason I Know I am Not Married to Indiana Jones
Family Portrait, minus Medium, on top of Snake Mountain The OINKdaddy and I took Small and Large hiking on Snake Mountain – a 1.8 mile trail in Addison, Vt. – mainly because we had been promised a...
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Daily Rant: Remembralls and Howlers
Yes, I’m a Harry Potter geek. I’m not going to apologize for it. If I could, I’d be going to the midnight viewing of HP7, part deux, but I digress. This rant is not about having to wait two whole days...
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There’s No Such Thing As Dragons
Small woke up crying. This is uncommon and in my sleep fog I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed his cries or if he was truly sobbing. I waited. His cries intensified. I staggered out of bed to go to him....
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Daily Rant: The Morning After
Take a deep breath. Blow it out. Good. Now take another. That’s what I’ve been doing since returning from trick or treating: reminding myself to live in the moment and breathe. It’s remarkably hard to...
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