St. Patrick’s Day is one of those ambiguous special occasions that can be quite confusing for non-Irish adults like me. As a kid, the purpose of St. Patrick’s Day seemed clear to me: wear something green to school and get my mom to take me to McDonalds for one of my all time favorite…
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How to Succeed in Parenting by Really Trying
Although I don’t talk much about it any more, my husband and I raised a child with what has become known as “special needs.” When I gave birth to him in April of 1995, there was no indication that he was anything other than a healthy nine-pound baby boy. But three years later, a developmental…
Skiing on Hot Air
“Do I ski? Well, of course,” I’ve dismissed such questions with a pretentious chuckle. “I grew up skiing,” I’d say, hoping my haughty response conjured up images of me slaloming between moguls, skidding to snow-spraying stops, and mingling in Nordic sweaters around cozy lodge fireplaces. They don’t need to know that my first skiing experiences…
How many idiots does it take to fill out a 1040?
“Oh crud, we need to do our taxes,” I recently told my husband as I do every year around this time. After exhausting every reason to procrastinate ÔÇô cleaning out the vegetable drawer, perusing old Hickory Farms catalogues left over from Christmas, clipping toenails, surfing E-bay for vintage bar signs, napping ÔÇô we finally had…
