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Slow River

This morning at 10 am, Carter and I were eating toast and watching Little House on the Prairie when I said, “I’ve hardly been on the computer for days. I should go to my office for awhile.”

Carter, who has a (inherited) flare for (melo)drama, sighed loudly. “We had so much fun the last . . . → Read More: Slow River

Parenting Is a Marathon

Can we talk about parenting? I want to talk about parenting. Not unusual parenting; not step-parenting, special needs parenting, non-custodial parenting, or anything else. Just any old ordinary parenting, mostly the parenting of babies.

Also about pressure, perfection, and perceived power. It’s like a perfect storm of P alliteration.

Earlier today Abbott Labs recalled . . . → Read More: Parenting Is a Marathon

Duster

On a summer day in 1935, a few weeks before she turned 13, my grandma Margery was in the yard of her family’s southwestern Kansas home, pulling laundry off the line. She dropped the clothes and underwear, sheets and towels, gray with dust and baked dry in the┬ávillainous┬ásun, into the basket at her feet, . . . → Read More: Duster

Letting Go

I got an email last night, a note from a friend about my last post.

She reminded me of something, the idea that was central to all my parenting decisions before the crises of recent years distracted me.

That idea was this: my children are not mine. They do not belong to me; I . . . → Read More: Letting Go

To the Moon

I love Jacob. In my toenails, I love him. In my liver and capillaries and plasma, I love him.

In the late-1980s, when my whole family was caught up in the self-help movement, it was easy to stand arm’s-distance away from my parents and acknowledge all that they had done wrong, the sins committed, . . . → Read More: To the Moon

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