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Poem: Ode To Our Minivan

I’m not sure anyone ever enters parenthood champing at the bit to own a minivan. It’s one of those milestones that you accept with resignation more than anything else. Let’s face it: it signifies a marked decline in the sexiness of one’s life. All that aside, we were incredibly lucky to be given a hand-me-down (read more…)

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Poem: Obstacle Course

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about choices. Often I look at my life, and find that various aspects of it make me feel trapped, or thwarted. It’s so easy to feel victimized by what are essentially first-world problems, isn’t it? But the truth is that — when it comes to how I live and (read more…)

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Poem: Capitulation

I’ve had more bedtime battles with my kids than I can count. Going to sleep can be such a difficult transition for kids: learning to let go of the togetherness and even the mental consciousness of the waking hours. And as a mom, I’m usually so done by the end of the day, that I’m (read more…)

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Two poems about single parenting

Today, I wanted to share two poems about my experience of single parenting.  These poems chronicle the strange adjustment from being married to becoming a single parent, and how that affects both your children and your own ideas and habits about parenting. The first poem, “Happy,” was written during lots of upheaval, when my son (read more…)

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Poem: The Birds and the Bees

Does anyone find it easy to talk about sex with their kids? I know there’s a range of comfort levels when it comes to this topic. When I was growing up, my family avoided the subject — so I’ve got plenty of anxiety when it comes to the dreaded “sex talks.” In today’s poem, I (read more…)

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