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The One Halloween I Didn’t Carve the Pumpkins
Every year, around August or so, the costume catalogs start arriving. You know, the ones with the adorable yet crazy expensive costumes splashed across every glossy page. My kids fight over who gets to...
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Blind Spot
When my oldest daughter was around 14 months, she could “read” picture books. She’d hold the book out in front of her, turn the pages and recite the story word for word. So bright, we thought. By two...
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When The World Comes To You
The world walked right up my driveway, opened my unlocked car door, sat down behind the wheel and had a smoke. He settled in, rifled through the glove compartment, popped the trunk. He took the...
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The Most Gorgeous Mess I’ve Ever Seen
The afternoon had gone on long enough the way it does when you’re home alone with a three-year-old. I’d cooked a nice, buttery mac-n-cheese as requested that then she hadn’t eaten. She’d dressed up as...
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Will I Know How to Raise My Teen Girl?
It’s an unwritten law: there will be scraped knees and hurt feelings. Hearts will break, exhaustion will set in; someone will get cancer. One of my three girls will grow up to hate me, maybe all three,...
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How I Lost My Voice, Found It Again and Became a True Life Rock Star
Image Source: Fanpop.com I watch my daughter trudge to the car under the weight of her ridiculously heavy backpack. Like most afternoons, she looks exhausted and a little soggy, like she’s been caught...
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I Hate the Grocery Store and Why I Gave Up Wine
Yes, that is a retainer case and a plastic container of left over pasta next to my wine. Oh, and a bowl of pretty fruit. I’m unloading my little red hand basket in the check out line at the grocery...
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Babysitting and Surviving Parenthood
I made my way across our backyard and walked over the imaginary line separating our house and the neighbor’s. We didn’t have fences or hedges between our houses, just flowerbeds and grass. I headed...
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What I’ll Miss About This Summer
I often end up conflicted about summer. In June I’m like a wide-eyed toddler about to chomp down on her first lollipop, all excited and can’t wait and finally! By mid-August I’m more like a disgruntled...
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When the Everyday Calls For Super Powers and a Good Plum Tart
Last Thursday, I woke to ants swarming the dog bowl and marching triumphantly along my kitchen counters, down the wall and across the hall into the family room. One can of Raid (I know it’s toxic;...
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Mothering Ma Belle Fille From a Distance
Tonight Ella returns from a weeklong trip to Paris with my parents, their bat mitzvah gift to her. Before she left, I wanted to write her a going away card and hide it in her suitcase for her to...
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When I Was 19: The Trial and Error of Becoming Our Full Selves
True and trusted friends since 1988. When I was 19, I breathed in the sweet North Carolina air, still sticky and humid in September, cool and glorious by November. Southern Sugar Maple trees offered up...
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The Best of Flingo 2015
Even though we’re a week into 2015, I decided to go back through Flingo and check out which posts you, the readers, found most engaging. Inspired by one of my favorite writers, Alexandra Rosas of Good...
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What I Learned On the Last Day of the Year
Almost a month into the new year and finally 2015 is a soft blur, a whirl of high emotion spinning over a constant, blinking beat of down lowness. I grappled with sadness and grasped at spurts of...
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Reclaiming All My Pieces, Motherhood Included
There was the time I tried to exit motherhood, so hell bent on finishing it up, distancing myself from who I’d become as the bearer of children. I was immersed in diapers and shit and dribble,...
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The Life I’m Living: Car Accidents, Job Descriptions and Making Turkey Meatballs
I am wrist deep in raw eggs and ground turkey, basil, rosemary and thyme. The peach-colored meat squishes through my fingers as I mix it with the homemade breadcrumbs I just pulverized out of...
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Comfort Food: Remembering My Grandmother
Grandma Helen with my nephew Ben and my daughters Ruby and Ella in 2007. Leaning forward in the backseat of the taxi, nose pressed against the window, my breath fogging it up with each exhale. No car...
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From Where I Sit
“It’s a serious thing // just to be alive // on this fresh morning // in this broken world.” – Mary Oliver, Red Bird From where I sit, the day is just beginning. Perched on the edge of my bed, I slip...
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I Hate the Grocery Store and Why I Gave Up Wine
Yes, that is a retainer case and a plastic container of left over pasta next to my wine. Oh, and a bowl of pretty fruit. I’m unloading my little red hand basket in the check out line at the grocery...
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Babysitting and Surviving Parenthood
I made my way across our backyard and walked over the imaginary line separating our house and the neighbor’s. We didn’t have fences or hedges between our houses, just flowerbeds and grass. I headed...
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