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The “B” Word

Like every well-intentioned mother, I made grand declarations in the early days of pregnancy and motherhood, back when books and magazines seemed like acceptable substitutes for wisdom and experience. I’ll make my own baby food! I’ll be calm and consistent...

A letter from my 20th century self

This was a 10-year “time capsule” letter that I was supposed to open a year ago. Due to packing, moving, and general chaos, it finally turned up today.Date: December 31, 1999The best things in my life are: My sweetie, Sam. My 6-month-old kitten, Oedipa. My...

Sitting in cookware

My mother is an amazing hostess. For as long as I can remember, having company over meant a picture perfect table setting, an abundance of made-from-scratch dishes served on crystal plates and bowls, and layered cakes that could grace magazine covers. In the summer,...

Thoughts from the 699

As a resident of an outer suburb who works downtown, I should probably complain about my commute. I can’t. I spend my commute surfing the Web on my phone, listening to my iPod, and drifting in and out of sleep. It’s all good, because I ride the bus. All in...

Nearly snowbound

I grew up on a cul-de-sac where the kids were plentiful, the parents were friendly, and everyone knew one another.There was no need to make plans. On a summer afternoon, I could step outside and find a cadre of playmates riding bikes. In the evening, we’d go...

Art, coffee, and an extra shot of guilt

Veterans’ Day is one of the few holidays on which the bank where Sam and I work is closed, but our daycare center is open.One could make a compelling argument for keeping the kids home and having an extra Saturday. Our weekdays are busy and our weekends are...