On Friday morning, I took my daughter to visit the school where her brother attends kindergarten. We sat in on the preschool class as they went through story time, played with toys, ate snacks, even went to gym class and raced around orange cones. The kids were so precious; there was so much joy. We [...]
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Now that my son is five and in kindergarten, he’s learning a lot of truths about the world. Some of them are exciting and inspiring, like how to spell and read his storybooks. Other truths? Not so joyous. As wonderful as it is that my child is learning to read, it poses a little bit [...]
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SuperWoman can’t decide what to call this episode. Is it “Breakfast in the Time of Chaos”? “Winning!”? or is it “Why Is There no F-ing Peanut Butter in This F-ing House?” Setting: Sunday morning, the first weekend after the start of school (which Mr. B claims is the best place on earth, but not in [...]
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When my son was four months old, I took him to the community college where I was working for the semester. It was the end of August, and I needed an ID card, paperwork, a quick check of the classrooms I’d be teaching in. I didn’t have a babysitter, so I strapped on the Baby [...]
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It’s coming up on a month in my new career as an editor, and while I feel like I’ve won the jackpot as far as jobs go, I still have this nagging feeling some days that I’m not keeping up. How will I handle the laundry and dishes, the emotional needs of my children, and [...]
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My son turned five a little over a week ago, and I’m still reeling a bit. How can I have a five-year-old? Me? I’m still under the impression I can pass for twenty-one. But some interesting things have been happening since The Big Five birthday. I am noticing that five isn’t just a number; it’s [...]
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On the way out of the library yesterday, my daughter grabbed this book off of a display shelf. A little too young for a two-and-a-half-year old, but Hey, I thought. It’s history. And I can read it to my four (so close to five) year old. I convinced Mr. B to forsake his Ninjago comic [...]
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It was a Thursday, late March. SuperWoman needed to kill two hours between the time she picked up her progeny from school and made dinner for them. (Okay, fine. Until SuperMan made dinner—blah blah blah—and SuperWoman sipped a glass of wine.) Luckily, SuperWoman doesn’t have to spend as many hours as she used to finding [...]
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I’ve complained about it since college. Nary a semester passes when I don’t talk about it with my classes, when I don’t get all read in the face and start stammering with righteousness. It’s naked women. On the covers of magazines. On television, humping the floor in music videos. Naked women pretty much everywhere. Naked [...]
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Second Birthday Two is the age of my first memory. My mother’s green robe around her like a coat as I lifted stubby fingers into the air. I taught that to you– how to use your thumb like a wing, closed. Two fingers, a butterfly. You, more than anyone, have shown me what [...]
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