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Lovely Girl

Oh… parenting a teen. More daffodils, please. Devour sunlight. Dig up the first shoots of emerald garlic and fry the savory greens with eggs. Read. Nourish a flourishing sense of humor. When we get into a mood of complaining about … Continue reading

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Working

When my girls were little, we played Signs of Spring for weeks, enthusiastically spying the first unfolding daffodil bloom, robins’ beaks clamped around strands of nesting material, tiny dresses flapping on clotheslines. On the evening shift now, my 18-year-old came … Continue reading

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Frivolity

My friend of mine mentioned his young baby had begun crying more. Hey, I casually mentioned, babies change.  Isn’t Robert Frost’s line the one real piece of family advice – Life goes on – both through sorrow but also embracing sheer curiosity and … Continue reading

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The Pleasures of Parenting

Standing in line at the DMV this afternoon, I recognized a local poet in the waiting room reading The New York Review of Books. As the line was long, I stood watching the poet and his teenage daughter converse about something … Continue reading

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Here In Kid World

My daughter sends me a photo via email with the subject line “Awesomeness.” How cool is that? Yesterday, home after work, with dinner not yet made, and the house messy with potential buyers expected the next morning, a litany of … Continue reading

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A Condensed Parenting Manual

There’s an odd line from Lee in Steinbeck’s East of Eden that’s always stuck with me, since I first read the book when I was sixteen or so: I will not put my finger in any human pie. What a strange metaphor … Continue reading

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Chipped Lives

It’s so darn cold here I woke up in the dark this morning with the cold scraping my cheeks. Leftover pork bubbles on the wood stove with red chili and beans: we need heat and bright color. Despite the cold, … Continue reading

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