Tag: Moms

Pink Pockets

When I was young, my mom and I moved to New York to take care of my Nannie who had breast cancer. My Nan fought like hell, and we spent a good bit of time in Bronxville. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was part of a big yellow house that had four or…

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Lime Green Pants

Being a mother is tricky stuff. I have always said I float between serial killer and valedictorian with my children every single day. There isn’t a right answer or a book that tells you how to raise a healthy, well adjusted, productive human being. In fact, when I think about the actual task of helping…

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