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A New Dad: Mother’s Day Has Taken On New Meaning

My mother died sixteen years ago this week, and in one regard – and in only one regard – I consider myself fortunate in the timing: The anniversary of her death and Mothers Day arrive the same time every year, the two days book-ending one miserable week of feeling underwater and angry and frustrated, a week steeped in loss. When the whole world is making brunch reservations and ordering flower baskets and picking out just the right card, I turn into a petulant boy. Every year

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I’m Scary and I Know It

I had an interesting conversation the other day; at my kids school, theres a fair every spring, and each family is expected to work at the booth for their kids class for an hour. The room parent assigns two families to every hour, then emails a schedule out to the parents in case anyone needs to switch. In