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Grown-up Play Dates

Why don’t grown-ups have play dates? My daughter is having one right now. They chat and giggle, in matching princess costumes, moving seamlessly from one activity to another. I miss that kind of hanging out time with friends.

The Plant

Piano teacher with one room to rent, Steinway B to share for practicing, Sunset District. It couldn't have been more perfect if I had written out my ideal scenario and tacked it to the conservatory's "Housing to Share" rental notice board.

Enemy at the Baby Gate

Like generals heading into battle, my husband, Jeffrey, and I prepared for every possible condition in readying ourselves for the arrival of our daughter.

Side by Side: Labels

One of the first social rules I learned in kindergarten was how hurtful it was to call people names. The second rule was that people will eventually tease you.

The Flood

I couldn’t find that ridiculous flier. The one that was accompanied by about 15 other compadres inside my kids’ backpacks at the end of the twins’ kindergarten and the youngest’s first preschool year.

Not Your Mother’s Summer Reading List

There was a very tall pine tree to provide cover, along with a second cover, this one fashioned out of a paper grocery store bag. And there was surveillance. Okay, maybe surveillance is too strong of a word. Let’s just say that I was on the look out. Constantly. For my mother.

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I Guess This Means No More Donuts

How to begin? Maybe with something about my workout habits or eating habits since I’ll be blogging under the “Health and Fitness” subject.