Writer, Freelancer, Curator of Funnies.
The holidays can be a tough time for people who have suffered the loss of a loved one, no matter how much time has gone by. Sitting down at Christmas dinner, I always think of the empty chairs that should be filled by my stepson, my brother, my grandparents; three[…]
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The Terrible Two’s. The Tiny Tyrant. The Two-nager. It doesn’t matter in the least if your ‘two-ness’ is in the past or happening right now; those words bring up definite feelings of dread, anxiety, fear, and not a small desire for vodka and soda. My tiny terror is a smart, horrid, fierce,[…]
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My two-year old is wise beyond her years. She has almost perfected her grasp of sarcasm, and I think we are on the brink of a beautiful eyeroll. I am the proud parent (owner? manufacturer?) of what I refer to, with the utmost affection, as my little two-chebag. I adore[…]
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It sounds ridiculous, I know; but I am. I am jealous of how many times you change it, and that you can do it with such abandon. You change it to the drink you just had, the meal you just ate, the picture of the oddly translated items on the[…]
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There was a storm of sorts in the NFL/parenting world this week when the Pittsburgh Steelers’ James Harrison returned trophies his two sons had received for participation. There was uproar on both sides of the fence: parents speaking out against him for doing it, and parents speaking out against the[…]
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