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I’m A Bad Parent Part 117
While I’m obsessing about my sex life and laying it bare for your entertainment pleasure, this is what I found in my son’s backpack earlier. I guess mold is kind of organic…
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“Mommy Are We Wich?”
Some time ago my younger son asked me the question “Are we rich?” but with his adorable accent it sounded like “wich.” “No sweetie,” I replied, “We’re not rich. We seem rich because we have a nice...
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A Real Shit Show
It was before 7 a.m. this morning and I had already handled more excrement than any person could be expected to, at least one not in the sanitation business. Dogs, humans, even the birds overhead as I...
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Life After Sandy Hook
I have struggled so hard to write anything after the tragedy at Sandy Hook because I don’t want to comment on guns or mental illness or mothers who take their kids to shooting ranges or school...
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The Feminist Revolution And Its Relation To Camping
I don’t want to seem like a sexual predator, but a few nights ago I went to our local ice cream store where working behind the counter I saw this… Yes he is a person, not a “this,” some object for my...
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I Like My Kids Better When They’re Sick
Don’t strike me down G-d, I don’t mean that sick. Not hospital sick, or emergency room sick, not a stomach virus and absolutely no throwing up sick (entire family having a stomach virus should be...
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Children In Wonderland
The after-school program at my kids’ school, staged a theater extravaganza last week, an adaptation of “Alice In Wonderland,” for which we scrounged up supplies and made costumes out of whatever was at...
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The Dangers of Nostalgia
I love babies. I never fail to swoon at the sight of some baby-socked feet and a little hand grasping itself like a curled up shrimp. I recently bought baby clothes as a gift and had the best time...
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Give Yourself A Pass
Sometimes my child who is in Grade Three gets a thing called a “Homework Pass.” It is a post-it note with his name on it, and if he places it on a page of his homework he magically doesn’t have to do...
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Read an Excerpt of “I’ll Be The Death of Me.”
Like most only children of Soviet parentage in the seventies, I was raised mostly by my maternal grandmother. Babushka was the central force in my life, my greatest advocate, and the bane of my...
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Please Buy My Book
Many of you have read my blog for years and told me what a difference my writing has made to you. Right now my memoir “I’ll Be The Death Of Me” is only 12 bucks and change, it took me many years to...
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The First Day of School
Today was the first day of school and the kids were quite excited. I was surprised because I thought it would be a total whine-fest, so I bought them each a new T-shirt in anticipation, thinking it...
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Kids Didn’t Ruin My Life, Life Did
The kids have been back at school for a week so I have resumed my position as nightly school mistress, standing over them and barking orders until they get their homework finished. I have to be a...
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My Nanny Quit Today
And I have been so intuitive/psychic/in-touch-with-the-wildlife lately that I totally was not surprised. My husband on the other hand collapsed slack-jawed into his chair. I guess he may already be...
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I’m A Bad Parent Part 117
While I’m obsessing about my sex life and laying it bare for your entertainment pleasure, this is what I found in my son’s backpack earlier. I guess mold is kind of organic…
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“Mommy Are We Wich?”
Some time ago my younger son asked me the question “Are we rich?” but with his adorable accent it sounded like “wich.” “No sweetie,” I replied, “We’re not rich. We seem rich because we have a nice...
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Life After Sandy Hook
I have struggled so hard to write anything after the tragedy at Sandy Hook because I don’t want to comment on guns or mental illness or mothers who take their kids to shooting ranges or school...
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