Life In Pleasantville
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The other night I called my mom to blow off steam. My teen girls had been pushing all my buttons, as teens do, and I needed a sounding board — someone who had been there, done that. My mother reminded me that there was nothing terribly unusual with their behaviour, they were simply doing what …
My son, Finley, is significantly bigger than a lot of kids his age. At just 5, he’s outgrowing many of his size 7 pants, his size 1 shoes are starting to get a little tight, and he weighs about half as much as I do. He doesn’t recognize his own strength, and I often have …
I have two children. They’re…well, they’re many things but the point of my post today is my son. He’s nine and has a name with letters in it and the word means something in Greek or Italian or Latin I’m not sure which but boy did we pick the right one for him. Other suitable …
My ten year old daughter is a funny, beautiful, talented and intelligent girl. She is also utterly and completely exhausting. But not in the physical sense that my son is; he wears me out, yes, but nothing that a hot bath, a bottle of Shiraz, and a good cry can’t cure. Pre-teen girls, I am discovering, …
For years I’ve listened to moms I know tell me of their homework woes. They would share the frustration of hours upon hours spent doing homework with their children. I’ve always been respectful, I mean, this is after all their child, but inside I always viewed these statements with bemusement and confusion. Occasionally I would …
