When Pencil Marks Are Only Memories
It never occurred to me to discuss the door jamb. It never occurred to me to suggest to the painter—hired for a…
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It never occurred to me to discuss the door jamb. It never occurred to me to suggest to the painter—hired for a…
Continue ReadingIt had been about two weeks and we desperately needed to get out of the house. With a two-and-a-half-year-old and…
Continue ReadingIt’s tempting to pretend that there aren’t ritz crackers hidden deep inside my shag carpet, along with some other things…
Continue ReadingDear Child, I want to tell you something that may be hard to hear, but you have to promise you…
Continue ReadingI don’t always pick the healthiest foods, or respond to my son’s ADHD tantrums with the kindest words. But I’m…
Continue ReadingOne Sunday, I mustered the energy to drive almost an hour out of suburban boredom to The Museum of…
Continue ReadingI’m worried my daughter won’t be pretty. There, I said it. I just cringed writing it down, as it goes…
Continue ReadingTen years into parenthood, I have come to realize a few things: There will always be something to worry about.…
Continue ReadingI watched you tonight as you watched your daughter playing ball. She’s starting varsity as a sophomore—not bad for a…
Continue ReadingI adore the movie Mean Girls. With an almost infinite number of (memorized) quips I can drop on the daily,…
Continue ReadingStrange: bringing a distant dream home in the form of adoption, then one day after a series of bad days,…
Continue ReadingI wanted to say thank you. I really did. Not just because my mom had taught me my manners well,…
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