Apparently three years ago I gave birth to a rooster. Every morning at 5:30 a.m. I awaken to the sound of feet pattering into my room. He climbs into our bed and instead of falling back asleep, he begins the...
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Parenting teens these days would send even June and Ward Cleaver to the liquor cabinet. There are just too many avenues in which to find trouble. Facebook, cell phones, the movie theater, the school parking lot, etc. Trying to stay...
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I found a post-it note on the floor in the kitchen this morning after the boys left for school. These six words were written on it.
dinkweed
poontang
pussy
vagina
titties
asses
Perhaps they were hoping for a new dog and trying to come up with names....
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After a week of meetings, an abnormally high volume of carpooling and lacrosse stress, the laundry has piled up. My guess is that about half of this was never worn. It was instead a casualty of being on top of...
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Last night I was given the horrific opportunity of telling my son that he didn’t make the second team in six months that he tried out for. There are no words for the agony.
I read the email that notified...
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My oldest son was given an incredible opportunity this week. His coach nominated him to tryout for a lacrosse team that will travel to New York in June and compete against other cities in a national championship. There were sixty...
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I was reading an article on the founders of “
My Parents Joined Facebook”. The site is hysterical. It shows blurbs of what parents write on their children’s Facebook. Clearly I am not one of “those” parents. I...
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