I am the white mother of a brown son. He was born in the year of Michael Brown. Eric Garner. Tamir Rice. Freddie Gray. I am afraid for his...
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New Mexico isn’t necessarily the land of enchantment! Those of you who really know me know that I am a HUGE arachnophobe. LIKE MAJOR!...
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It was the middle of the afternoon. My mother’s voice was smoky and quiet, calming. I was five and a half years old. “Billy, you and...
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“So the question is not whether we will be extremist but what kind of extremist will we be. Will we be extremists for hate or will we...
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Do not go gentle into that good night. – Dylan Thomas “Hey Mom, are you gonna die soon?” This was a question my daughter...
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The man in line behind us at the grocery store told my 11-year-old daughter that she had beautiful blue eyes like her mother. It was...
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“What do you want me to do,” she asked, “live until I’m 88?!” “No,” I replied quietly, “I want you to live until...
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OMG did I do anything right as a parent??? So my first born is off to college! It leaves me wondering what did she learn from me? What did...
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“What’s in a name that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”, says our friend Shakespeare. Well,...
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I went to Catholic school. We had to, of course, wear our uniforms. Starched white shirts, pleated burgundy plaid skirts and burgundy...
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I recently read two unrelated articles that touched on a worrisome trend taking place among affluent communities in the United States,...
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“Is he your only child?” This question, said with a mixture of curiosity and horror, has come my way more times than I can...
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I was the first person in my family to graduate from college. It was a huge surprise for all of us. Not because I wasn’t smart or because...
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home·school·ing:ˈhōmˌsko͞oliNG/ noun: homeschooling; plural noun: homeschoolings; the education of children at home by their parents....
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I’ve been hesitant to write this because I didn’t want to piss off my baby girl, but here we go. In an ideal world, this is what I...
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You know that awkward question “What do you do?” I am a cook, cleaner, chauffeur, counselor, concubine, crazed lunatic a.k.a...
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A long, long time ago, when fashion was fierce and supermodels reigned supreme, I was fortunate enough to have been chosen to walk (stumble...
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After reading this story, you may think I’m the worst parent ever or you may think that I’m the best parent ever....
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It was the early 90’s, and I was on the fashion treadmill. Paris, the home of Haute Couture became my base. I was busy, very busy and...
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We all know the merits of having old friends. We share history and adventure. They know our darkest secrets, hopes and fears, and best of...
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I’m health-minded. I do all the right stuff and sport some pretty insane washboard abs under just about a half-inch thick layer of what...