back. in black.

“I liked my old fun Mom.” That’s what my daughter said to me while I was brushing my teeth and moaning in agony last night, after having gotten a spinal…

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the chairs

I used to push and pull themwith cheery clang and janglesend them to each otheras violent as a tangoor as gentle as a glissadeand draw the fur of dogs,pull the…

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backstory

“On a scale of one to—” the triage nurse begins.“Nine,” I say, scanning the room for a chart. I find two, and point out one to my husband, who is…

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how to lose

My friend, Jodi, lost her dog today. I felt a certain love for Molly because she looks like my Cleopatra, who is old and sometimes lame. I am always worried…

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scale stories

My daughter weighed herself at 8:30 p.m. I tried to stop her; everyone knows it’s bad to weigh at night, and this night was even worse than most. She’d eaten…

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rocker mom

My daughter likes me to be there. “There” is wherever she is—whether it’s on the field at soccer, in the swimming pool, or in the band room at rock school.…

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inventory

The last week of summer vacation is one of the hardest weeks to be a parent or a child. You both want to cram it full of devil-may-care- ness, go…

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memory foam

the bed has come between usfurniture and issuewhen night comes on.while you sleepthe blue angels bustthe sound barrier.while you sleepthe lumberjackwhizzes saw bladesand my dreams go boomand poof—I wake in…

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