There he stands. My little boy on his first day of Middle School. Waiting for the bus at the end of our tree-lined lane on a glorious Vermont morning. He’s smiling — no, he’s glowing. He’s practically bursting at the seams with self-confidence. There does not appear to be one iota of fear in his face,…
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Conception Begins at Erection: A Condom Nation
I’ve said this before, but I think it bears (bares, in this case) repeating. Far too many people talk about pregnancy as if conception happens by spontaneous human combustion. She wasn’t using birth control. She got pregnant. It’s as if a he wasn’t even there. As a mother and a writer, I am confused by…
Negotiating Flatware: Why Dinner at a Restaurant is So Unappetizing
I hate going out to dinner. There, I said it – and bolded it. Conversely, I have always loved going out to breakfast and lunch. I’ve finally decided to decipher this discrepancy and offer up a formal defense of my last-meal-of-the-day loathing. Being on the verge of 50 gives me free rein to eschew when and where I am…
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