Murphey’s Law of motherhood states that, “When you are on the first day of a long-anticipated vacation with your husband and you have nothing to do but get a massage and drink martinis as big as your face and your parents are watching your children and they have poor cellphone coverage THAT is when your …

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I love my husband. I do. He is a wonderful person and a great dad and a dashing dresser. But the man really loves to run up hills. And occasionally, I get thrown into these running-up-hills situations and I complain a lot. My love of complaining about running up hills does not mix well with …

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My husband and I went on a vacation. Together. Without kids. I know. Crazy with a side of sleeping-in till noon. It was lovely, we drank beer, we ate the best burgers in Vermont and we had a full-fledged adventure (which deserves its own post once I recover). Here is a sneak-peak of “The Run …

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Hiking with children, Your children, other children, Starts out as a wonderful idea. Their faces excited. Their shoes are laced tight. The┬ácollar is placed on the dog. Outside, Our pale faces, Unused to the warmth, Gaze up at the strange ball of light. We start up the hill, And that’s when they realize, That hiking, …

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