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While running stairs yesterday, I told my older son to imagine holding eight extra pounds and consider the impact that would have on his speed and agility. That’s how much I need to lose to get back...
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“You’re hot,” he says, as he holds my hand.“Why, thank you! So are you,” I reply.Then I giggle.
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I didn’t grow up in a large family, but my sister and I are exactly 19 months apart to the day and we were expected to share. A lot. We shared clothes, bedrooms, meals, secrets, and dreams. And I’m...
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There is no good news in the world. Anywhere. At all. Period.Of course, that’s if you depend on AOL news as your primary source of information and a reflection of the state of the world in which we...
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Setting: At the beachCharacters: Me (the six months pregnant mom); Kid (the inquisitive six year old boy) KID: Do you have to pay a lot to have a baby?ME: Do you mean when the baby is...
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Nothing warms my heart like seeing cultural practices and beliefs passed down to the next generation – unless it involves hate, ignorance, and a complete disregard for the insult and pain it inflicts...
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With one breath I’m telling the six and eleven year olds to brush their teeth and get ready for bed and with the next, I’m asking my baby-boomer parents if they’re doing all right, is there anything...
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I was born and raised in Southern California. I did not purchase a jacket for warmth, as opposed to mere fashion, until I moved to the Bay Area in Northern California. I missed so many days of high...
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When was the last time you were told you were “Rockin’ your bikini” by a complete stranger? I was told yesterday. Before that, never.Walking into the surf of the Gulf Coast, I was approached by a...
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As the academic year comes to a close with graduation a week away, I reflect on what my students need and I have discovered that the formula is simple. In fact, I believe it’s a formula that applies...
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The laughter coming from the dressing room was probably me.The last bikini I purchased was at least four years ago so I figured it was probably time to update. However, this weekend may not...
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My parents ran a tight ship. My mother believed that the word “no” should be taught early to keep young children safe and well disciplined. She also believed that “please” and “thank you” were just...
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Eight years ago, I lay on the examination table in the doctor’s office, giddy, joking about the gender of the baby with my husband. The ultrasound technician asked if we wanted to know the baby’s...
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I adore my hair stylist. She listens, so attentively, to my convoluted descriptions of the cut I want, my jumbled explanations of hair color and offers head massages and shoulder massages with each...
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When I left my house to run this morning, the first time in many moons, my neighbor teased that I needed to run faster. I was walking. Getting the old synovial fluid flowing through the joints....
