To My Daughter on Christmas, I realize Christmas may seem a little confusing right now: This week you saw a glowing tree magically appear in our living room. (Then you were yelled at for touching it.) We went to the mall story-time and you got paper antlers and jingle bells to wear. Christmas music blared and as we strolled away,…
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When All I Wanted For Christmas Was You
This Christmas season my almost-3-year-old daughter will “help” decorate: She will yank on the Christmas lights, and break ornaments, and stick her fingers in the cookie dough. But it hasn’t always been this way. There were many quieter Christmases at our house. I remember just a few years ago, my husband and I were putting up the tree. And as I…
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Mom, Interrupted
Sometimes I try to find some privacy in the bathroom. But then the door bursts open like a saloon and my daughter stands there like the Texas Outlaw about to put the rectal thermometer in her mouth. “Noooooo!!!” I leap off the commode. I get interrupted. A lot. It’s the reason my hair is never quite straightened in the back….
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How to Love Your Friends
Selah loves her friends. (Both living and non.) And anytime my husband or I try to pray before a meal, she interjects with a long list of her every friend, cousin, neighbor, uncle, and inanimate object within eyeshot. It’s cute at first, and then we kind of look at each other and try to get her to a good stopping point. She simply can’t help…
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Is There Ebola On My Shopping Cart?
Whose sweaty hands might have pushed this shopping cart before me? Someone with Ebola? This was me: the face of normal suburban woman. With the mind of a panic-stricken psycho. That’s why I passed up the shopping carts that day, with my child on my hip, determined to carry all my groceries in my arms. Hello. I’m one of “those”…
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