Instead of playing with my toys, the visiting grandchildren played with a bag of peanut shells — and made tiny peanut people. 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.
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.
What to Do With Those Battered Old Baby Shoes? Hide Them in a Wall, of Course
Those battered old baby shoes? Hide them in a wall. It’s centuries old tradition that lets you declutter without giving up your dear old stuff. Read more.
Kids Leave Home. They Just Do
Kids leave home. That’s how it often is in our oversized, mobile nation. We pack up and move across the country with impunity, leaving our families and origins behind. Read more.
My Son Is in the Hospital With Appendicitis 2,000 Miles Away. How Do I Mother Him From Here?
My son Is in the hospital with appendicitis 2,000 miles away. He’s 28 years old and living on his own. How do I mother him from here?
When My Mother Was the Grandma
My mother was the grandma in the family. She deserved respect from our kids. Not because she’d earned it, but because she was the grandma. Read more.