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I was supposed to go away on Saturday night for roughly 24 hours. The trip got cancelled, and my first thought was: Great. Now I…
This time of year the butter shelf in my fridge looks something like this: Frances (as one of the family’s few possessor of tonsils), brings…
I am not a keeper or a saver of things. Partly this is out of necessity. As a chronic loser of things, I had to…
Apparently if a three year old witnesses a Polly Pocket shoe vanish down the drain of the bathtub, it can scar her for at least…
I should know to be wary of any day that promises hours of child-free productivity. After weeks of togetherness, everybody was scheduled to be back…
I’ve made no secret of my disdain for the minivan. But lately I’ve been feeling sorry for both our cars. They were both purchased on…
I came to skiing later in life, at least later then my kids did. I first skied very unmemorably in college on some awful, icy…
My eleven year old and his dad had to watch their team lose the Superbowl last night. Even I could tell that it was not…
Pulled out of the garage and slid on some ice right into the basketball hoop, tearing off my left side mirror. I blame the ice,…
It’s beautiful. But it’s a logistical mess. The kids went to bed positive that today would be a snow day; only to discover this morning…