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In every mother’s life lurks that one person she dreads most – the Exceptional Mom. This is the mom who shows up everywhere, on time, with her children completely dressed (including both shoes). She makes breakfast, lunch and dinner at home. She can come up with craft ideas off the top of her head,...
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When I write my husband into my mind’s romance novel, I name him Count Nathaniel Bloodgoode. I give him a long, flowing mane of silken, raven hair. He wears a velvet riding coat with a scarf sparsely covering his sinewy muscles. This morning I lay in bed in my best seductive pose, waiting for...
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When we wed, my husband’s mother and my mother were as different as they come. One was West Coast; one was East Coast. One worked her whole life; one stayed home. One was still married to the same man she met in college; one was working on separating herself from husband No. 3. One...
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Children are like fall fashions. They’re different elements made to work together. My five-year-old, Logan, is a boy; equipped with all the flaws inherent in those models. He chose not to talk until he darned well felt like it, sending us to all kinds of doctors and therapists who scratched their heads and told...
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I wake to a sharp pain and Space Commander Joe declaring me an intruder. I sit bolt upright in bed. I turn to see the Space Commander glaring at me from behind a scratched helmet visor. A knot on my forehead forms. My lips curl back to expose most of my gums. “Logan!” I...
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To know Shakespeare’s words – to truly live them, you must drink them in, swirl them around like intellectual mouthwash and allow the greatness to run down your throat, filling every cell of your being with the heartburn of his genius. Some spit out the heady liquid into a spittoon of ignorance, followed by...
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“Hi! Is Johnny there? It’s Nicole.” Nicole wasn’t a big fan of her name, something she was reminded of every time she said it aloud. She didn’t hate it; it just lacked a sense of the exotic – much like her. Her family called her Nic, which was okay, although she thought it...
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“Listen, Di, I know you’re busy but I’m in a real pinch here,” Amy said through the phone. “What’s up?” Diana asked while holding her index finger in the air to indicate she would return to the clients in front of her shortly. “I need you to pick up Therese. I’m in Northbrook and...
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It’s different on the ocean. There are a lot of vessels in our waters on any given day, but you can still float around for a couple of days on your own without seeing a soul. Out there at night, with the stars wheeling overhead, you can feel the stray ghosts from all the ships that came before; you can lie on the deck of your boat and feel the breeze and think about how it started in West Africa and wound its way through the Cape Verde Islands and the West Indies before it got to you. It’s easy to dream, out there. Things that feel enormous on land seem smaller and closer and within reach, when you put yourself on that vast body of water under that endless sky.
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