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A recent NY Times opinion piece on toxins and autism has been making the rounds lately, and well, frankly, the piece bugs the crap out of me, and I can't quite figure out why. After all, it seems like, not just an excellent idea, but a [...]
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Stuck in Customs on Flickr
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Periodically, news stories send me into a panic. Do I need to order a truck load of face masks before that flu pandemic hits? Is that TSA security person going to have to strip search me now that some guy tried to smuggle [...]
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Our family keeps a pretty rigorous schedule, with nearly every night of the week blocked out for some activity or another, but rather than shuttling between soccer games and dance practice, like many parents in our social group, we're shuttling between different 12 Step meetings.
So, a [...]
"What am I going to say to people? I mean, they're going to ask, 'What are you doing these days?' and what am I supposed to do? I don't know how to make small talk anymore, let alone tell them what's been going on," I told my friend Jess after she met me [...]
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Scream 101 on Flickr
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There's a reason I'm not a journalist. It's one of those jobs you always think about, if you're one of those people (like me) who has considered careers in writing. But I always saw two problems with it: 1) I need to let things [...]
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"Honey?" Mark has been putting the kids to sleep. I thought he'd fallen asleep with them, but now he pops his head into the living room. "Austen says his stomach hurts and he can't get to sleep. Can you come take a look and [...]
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I woke up this morning, muscles clenched like a fist and throat tight with anxiety, wanting to grab my son and never let him go. I crept to where he was sleeping and ran my fingers through his curls, reassuring myself he was there and safe. [...]
