Making my kids hate me one post at a time.
My dad was almost never on time, but he always showed up. When I was in elementary school, Gene was a postman. He always wore an official postal service-blue pith helmet to protect his head from the sun, carried a skinny can of dog-spray and drove a super cool mail truck with low built-in benches in the back that I […]
I hear high-pitched screams coming from my bedroom and my ears perk up, waiting for the crying to begin. But instead the screams are followed by ecstatic laughter and I recognize both boys’ crazy giggles as my husband wrestles with them on our bed. Bed wrestling is a common sport in our house but I […]
I first had a yen for a daughter at a time when I was far too young to conceive one. I carried baby dolls with names like Lucy and Amy with me everywhere, gently putting them to sleep in baskets and dresser drawers, tucking their blankets tightly around them. As I grew too old for dolls, […]
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