mothers

Anna Quindlen and Me

05.23.2012

She wasn’t the prettiest, the thinnest, the most popular girl but she was really smart and seriously focused and as ambitious as any of the guys. These were the heady days of feminism after all. Anna was a sister.

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A Mother’s Lesssons

05.13.2012

In one six week blizzard of disobedience, I went from the youngest child who pleased his mother to the only one of the four children to get kicked out of the house.

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What Happens After Tomorrow? Planning for the Unplannable

09.19.2011

Some years passed and with time and age, my mother’s feelings about her financial security changed as well. She started to keep things close to her, to not want to throw away cracked cups and shirts that were somewhat shabby.

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An Epiphany at TJ Maxx

08.03.2011

So, I decided, I will, then, be a hag. Are you horrified? Ready to hit the delete key? Well, hear me out first…

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Dancing to the Beat of A Deeper Drum

11.29.2010

I’m dancing to my own drummer these days. I’m still not wearing any more makeup than I did years ago. I write with an obvious lack of restraint and share unmentionable stories, all of which surely won’t endear me to the right kind of man.

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My Mother Called Today

11.22.2010

I’m sure she expected me to jump in the car and dash the eight hours down to get her a blasted purple cellular phone but, being the techno-savvy person I am, I suggested we sign on to her account to get her an upgrade.

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A Death in the Family

09.27.2010

…when it happened, her death came as a surprise and I was so unprepared in so many ways.

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The Weekly Rant: Raley’s, BelAir, and NobHill markets

08.23.2010

Strip away all the hoohah, the pink and the blue, the booties and the pacifiers, and what you’ve got is a world in which women are valued for what their ovaries do and their wombs produce.

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How can you tell the difference between a midlife crisis and shaking the dust from your feet?

06.09.2008

by The Duchess, of Duchess Omnium I guess my bare details look like a classic case of the former. Two years ago I put my house in rural Oxfordshire, my home for 23 years, on the market. Returning from a consolatory weekend in Paris (oh poor, poor pitiful me), I wept when I saw the [...]

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Whose Day Is It, Really?

05.12.2008

by Margaret Andrews, Nanny Goats in Panties I was a freshman in high school when I passed out in class, my head bonking against a desk in the next aisle over. Rather than letting me lay on the floor to let the blood return to my head, my teacher insisted I go to the nurse’s [...]

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