Three is the angriest number.

*** I remember once feeling superior that my lovely little human never went through the “terrible twos” and giving myself a pat on the back for (so-far) raising an even tempered, happy little girl.  “Oh, I bet that one’s a firecracker!” I’d hear countless times at […]

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Five things that drain me as a parent (and none of them have to do with my kids)

*** When I was five years old, I watched Albert Peece* eat glue at our kindergarten table. I gagged uncontrollably the first time I witnessed it. As the child of a large animal veterinarian, I had seen some pretty disgusting things in my young life by then (those […]

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A WHOLE New Way of Thinking

*** “I mean, you were never fat, but…,” a friend. “Freshman 15? More like the Freshman 30,” a boyfriend. “Over capacity on elevator! Elevator’s going to break because of girl in green jeans,” a stranger. “She looks like she’s lost weight, has she? No? Oh, I […]

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