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The Gender Nap Divide

My husband is sleeping in the living room, six feet from where I’m sitting. He walked in the door from work, slung his suit jacket over the banister, yawned and stretched, and collapsed all 6 feet, 3 inches of himself onto the little love seat — without even bothering to loosen his tie or remove [...]

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Checking the Bag

Didn’t feel like cooking last night (as if it were ever an option) so we fell back on one of our three staples: LaRosa’s carry-out. I placed the order online so John could pick it up during the girls’ bathtime. As he grabbed his keys and wallet, we had a pleasant exchange along these lines: J: [...]

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Dreams

Of course - the night when all of the girls finally stay in their beds all night, I’m held hostage by one of those crazy 6-hour marathon dreams. Waking up was like being pitched out of a moving car and rolling over rough terrain before skidding to a stop, breathless and achy and thick-headed. I [...]

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Repeat after me…

“Every blog post does not have to be a full-length essay. “Nor must it be accompanied by the perfect photo. “In fact, it doesn’t even have to be particularly smart or funny.” There. Maybe now I’ll post more often. I think about writing here at least several times a day. While getting Claire her bottle at 2 AM, [...]

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Spring Sentiments

I hereby resolve to stop starting each post with an apology for how long it’s been since my last one. After all, isn’t that a little egotistical? As if people are lining up at their computers to hear all about my missed deadlines, failed potty-training attempts, and OCD symptoms. So, yeah, it’s been awhile. When diving [...]

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