Peter Pan's Mom

I grouse. I nag. I cajole. I cuddle. I protect. I nurture. I barter …and threaten. I kiss you until you say, “O.k., I’m good”. I watch you sleep. I give you my last bite of soft pretzel, the warm bit. I have faith in you. I am compelled to love you like a crazy person.

I am two people, each one trying to constantly undermine the other. Everything I do is to help you grow away from me and every thought I have says, ‘what are you doing? Are you nuts?’

Never change. You are my sweet child.

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Eat to Live

Miss Thing was idly wasting time the other day, looking at pretty pictures on Pinterest designed to motivate oneself to lose weight, when the thought struck that the practice of Mortification of the Flesh is alive and well and being pursued on a paroxysmal level.

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what i got for christmas

When I was nine, my best friend, Cindy Schneider, explained lashan hara  to me.  Loosely translated, lashan hara means evil tongue.  It embodies what your mother means when she says, “if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all.”

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