You can call me Parent of the Year. I just gave my 17-year-old daughter permission to go “cliff diving” with her friends at a rocky outcrop overlooking the bay. As counter-intuitive as this may seem for a parent, I smile when my children seek out the kind of old-fashioned, risky fun I had when I…
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Getting tacky about milspouse unemployment
My mother hates it when I tell people how much I spend on things. For example: Friend says, “That’s a great outfit, Lisa.” I say, “Well get this — I bought the shirt on clearance at TJ Maxx for $11.99, and I found these pants along with an electric carving knife, hardly used at all,…
Caught speeding: Indigestion until proven guilty
The vacation was over. After a week of roasting in the Carolina sun and indulging shamelessly in happy hour beverages and nightly feasts, we packed our sand-sprinkled suitcases, a gluttonous stockpile of leftover food, and our elephant-skinned bodies into our minivan for the brutal twelve-hour drive back to Rhode Island. As I zoned out, munching…
Realizing it’s not all about me
“Honey, my job is a priority,” my husband reminded, after saying that he would not be home to help me pack for our family vacation. Every summer, Francis’ work seems to get in the way of our annual beach trip. It’s become tradition for me to do all the planning, packing, dog-kenneling, kid-nagging, and driving…
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