The Same Monster
I was covered in kids, both of whom were unhappy and insisting they had had the smaller share of mama-cuddling. We were a pile of tired and I was in surround-sound stereo: “But I want as many minutes...
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A couple of us moms were still preparing — skewering the hollow eggs so they could be painted, squirting small blobs of paint onto plates, and tying toothpicks to strings. The kids had just come in...
View ArticleThe Day Bobo Died
One particularly sensitive child with a lot of frustration and sadness plus one especially fizzed-up, spazzy child plus one tapped-out mama looking to hide equals one tough, terrible week. How to...
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