Unknowingly, I am making myself obsolete. When I’m not right there, my son will comfort my daughter when she gets hurt. They dress themselves, they get their own snacks and can navigate Netflix better than their grandparents. And they don’t even ask me to get them a glass of water anymore because, I guess, the phrase, “Are …

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My friend and I were running about a week ago when she told me about an NPR segment that she had heard on her way to my house. It was about fear and this man whose life was being paralyzed by his fear of rejection. In order to overcome it, he decided to put himself …

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This year, the stress I have created for myself over the holidays has made me want to hide in a pile of laundry, guaranteeing that no one will ever find me. I don’t know why I wait until the last minute to do it all, but I do. Something in me must like the drama. But I do …

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I’m from a small town. Like the kind of town where you ride on a flatbed trailer in a parade and squirt people with squirt guns and throw candy to the kids when it’s your 20th High School reunion. The kind of small town where, at one time or another, I have done all of …

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I’m over at Scary Mommy today talking about swim noodles and kids named Namaste Jones. Now that summer is finally, hopefully, for the love of all things hot and sunscreeny, here…we have been making the rounds at some popular pools in Boulder. Sometimes I find it fascinating to watch other people interact with their kids. …

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  It all started to go wrong while grocery shopping. This was because I decided to let Nora push her own cart and every time I turned around she had put another frozen chicken or other random food item into it. These were things like cartons of plain yogurt (no, thank you), or roasted chestnuts …

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