In Family Way: Don’t worry. Be happy

I wanted to learn from this moment.

A fabulous beach vacation with my family: On the third day, we rested.
We woke up and it was gray. Then the skies opened up and the rain didn’t stop until long after the invisible sun had set.


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In a Family Way

Broken Neck Baby was once a doll that could blink and cry. The blinking had stopped, leaving it with one open eye and one sealed half-closed.


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In a Family Way: Little Lies

Fact is: Kids lie, and lie like rugs. I know a boy in Gunbarrel who claims his favorite dish is monkey soup. They don’t even sell monkey soup in Gunbarrel.


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In a family way: The learning curve

I was thinking about the prep work for an activity that comes naturally when you’re late for the bus, while watching my young toddler run. Her feet are too small for her fat legs; her head is too big for her soft neck and tiny shoulders.


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In a family way: Paging aging rock stars

I remember this feeling, standing on the edge of the big-kid slide for the first time. Pushing, pushing against my mother and my relative youth so that I could do everything my big brother did.


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In a family way: Picture-perfect motherhood

I’m going to commit the largest sin in journalism and write about something I know nothing about.


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In a family way: Harmony, just add lipstick

What is this product junkie passing onto the next generation?


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In a family way: On clouds and silver linings

It’s not often that a resplendent and well-meaning bride can really get your back up, but this one did.


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In a family way: Let’s just change the subject, shall we?

Once upon an economic boom, I played the role of “good wife” and attended a black tie business celebration with my husband, who was at the time in marketing and public relations.


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In a Family Way: It’s all about me

This is an absolutely true story: I was having one of those weeks where all of my professional, family and social obligations kept crashing into each other like a bunch of bumper cars, but only if bumper cars were driven by sleepy toddlers or drunken monkeys.


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