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It’s that time of year. Back-to-school. And back-to-college. I wouldn’t know about that last part. But I can imagine. Several friends and family members are moving their kids into dorms this week. My niece is heading back for her sophomore year. Two friends are moving their freshman sons in for the first time—one has done… Read more
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Why is it that the most obvious solution takes forever and a day to dawn on us—while we suffer in silence like noble martyrs of mild inconvenience? Case in point: we live in a very old stone house. The kind that’s charming and historic and also seems to run on spite. The first-floor walls are… Read more
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We’ve officially entered Middle Childhood. And Middle Childhood = Orthodontia. Not for just one kid. BOTH. Because why suffer gradually when you can suffer all at once? The dentist told us in October: “April’s probably the time.”By June? “Maybe another six months.”Meanwhile, I’m sitting there thinking: I already set aside the money in my FSA.… Read more
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I spent the weekend being productive.At least, that’s what I thought I was doing. I didn’t lounge. I didn’t binge-watch a single thing. I was busy. I was doing things.Little things.The five-minute tasks you put off until they pile up like a week’s worth of vacation laundry.Nothing flashy—just quiet, nagging nonsense that needed to be… Read more
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I am lucky to have two healthy children.I’m luckier to have one of each. I’ll be honest—I think I was a little bummed when we found out our first was a boy. I secretly hoped for a girl. But looking back, I’m so glad he came first. I’m as Type A as they come, and… Read more
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I had one of those moments on Sunday. The kind they always tell you to savor.Because it might be the last. My daughter was bored.She wanted help being un-bored.But every one of the 50 things I suggested? Hard no. Cue the tears. The whining. The full performance. Normally, I would walk away. Let her figure… Read more
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I never thought I’d skateboard — then I became a mom. I like to think I’m a cool mom. I’m pretty active with my kids. I do all sorts of things I never imagined I’d do — including one that now requires a helmet, wrist guards, and a strong sense of humility. It all started… Read more
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“THE SWIMSUITS DO NOT GO IN THE DRYER!” I yelled down the stairs to my husband. I’ve told him this countless times. Also: Do not do the laundry. I know, I know… I’m supposed to ask for help. But when it comes to laundry? I don’t want the help. Because his way of helping usually… Read more
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Ah, Summer Camp.Eight glorious weeks of “routine”… in the loosest sense of the word. Sure, it’s consistent technically—but it marches to a completely different rhythm. Like a drumline with zero percussion training. Camp hours are just off enough to throw my whole daily groove out of whack. So we wing it more than normal. Every… Read more
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What a Week. Little League playoffs. Two championship games (yes, plural)—all thanks to a double-elimination tournament where the other team hadn’t yet lost. So. Much. Stress. Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse: playing or watching. We’d been here once before and, thankfully, came out on top. I struggled with what to write this week.… Read more