So I Married A Big Man-Baby

My dear husband will be undergoing surgery next week for carpal tunnel syndrome in his right hand.  With all his nonstop fretting and whining you'd think he was getting his entire arm amputated. He throws around words like "recuperate" and "pre-op" and "anesthesia" like I haven't been down this road many times myself. And just because …

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Dear Dad

Part of a parent's job is to make us feel safe. Comforted.  Accepted. Loved. Hopefully, this gives us the ability to venture out into the big bad world with little fear. You did that for me. Thank you. When I try to visualize your face, I see your smile and your twinkling blue eyes -- like we're sharing a secret …

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My Daughter — aka The Queen of Quips

This morning as I was brushing my teeth, my trusty sidekick instantly appeared as she often does -- by my side. (Yeah, that's why I call her my sidekick.) She's only six years old, but with her keen observation skills, she's always ready to fire off a stinging quip or two. Most of the time, she doesn't …

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How Boredom is Slowly Killing Our Summer

"I'm bored." "O....M....G. This is like, so boring." "...ugh......this is soooooooo boooooooooooooring....like....uhhhhhhh....ughhhhh..." "I'mboredI'mboredI'mboredI'mboredI'mbored" What is it about summer? What is it about these long hot days? What is about my husband? Doesn't he realize I don't have the power to make life magical every single day? As for my kids -- let's just say I could be …

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My Son — aka The Human Garbage Disposal

I like to buy food. I like to eat food. I like to open up the fridge and find food that I just bought still there. Sadly, this is no longer. Why? Because my son, CJ, is an eating machine. He has the appetite of a cop at an All-You-Can-Eat Krispie Kreme Buffet. And he eats …

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A Darla By Any Other Name…

My mother didn't have many options in the recovery room the day I was born. I had just made a grand entrance into this world on a bright afternoon in early September, a few short days away from the actual Labor Day. I had arrived smack dab in the middle of lunch hour. I was hungry. My labor and …

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This Mom’s Wish

Dear Kids, This is all I want for Mother's Day (and beyond): That you realize half-eaten tuna sandwiches don't belong in the far corner of your closet buried under three tons of toys. You learn to fight less and love more. Hands are not for hurting but for helping -- also for helping Mom by picking up all …

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You Are Now Entering the No Filter Zone

I grew up in a very loud house. My five brothers were wild and my mother had a voice that could cut through steel. My only tactic to get noticed was to stealthily drop verbal bombs here and there during dinner conversation. Things I thought, but probably shouldn't have said out loud. Blurting was what I did best.  It got me some attention and …

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I’m So Glad We Went Out to Eat, Mom

"Hey, Ma? Wanna go out to eat tonight?" I ask my 79 year old mother. "What?" "Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?" "What??" "Do YOU..." I yell, pausing as my mom leans in closer. "WANT TO..." She begins to nod her head slowly with each word I say. "GO OUT..." I gesture to the door. She raises one …

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I’m So Sorry I Missed Your Call, Mom

My answering machine messages from my 79-year-old mother while I was gone for a few hours last weekend: [answering machine beep] Darla? Darla? Darla? Darla? (click) [beep] Darla! Darla! Darla! Darla! (click) [beep] Gah! Are you there? DARLA! I know you're there! Oh! God! There it is! Do you hear it? That beeping? It's the …

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