For years, my pal the recycling bin had been there for me and my empty olive jars and soda cans — until one day I let it be tossed into a collection truck with the other recyclables. Read more.
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I Like My Past. It’s a Keeper
We are instructed by the wise ones among us to live in the present. But I like my past. It’s a keeper and I like visiting it from time to time. Read more.
My Days Are Numbered — And So Are My Minutes
My days are numbered, so I’ve decided to be miserly about how I spend what’s left of them. Read more.
I Was Young and Single for Way Too Long — Why?
I was young and single for way too long. Why? Could a book I spotted at an airport bookstore finally give me some answers? Read more.
Was I a Tradwife in the 1980s? Or a Liberated Woman in Progress?
Was I a tradwife back in the 1980s? Or was I a second-wave feminist still figuring out how to make the marriage-family-career thing work? Read more.
The Art of Rhetoric — If a Two-Year-Old Can Master It, So Can You
Even my toddler knew how to ply the art of rhetoric. It’s something we humans use every day, on each other, starting at an early age. Read more.
Help Me Be a Fun Grandma. I Need Ideas for My Babysitting Week
I agreed to provide child care for a week this summer. Help me be a fun grandma. Tell me, how do I keep two kids, 8 and 5, entertained? Read more.