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EMU EGGS AND FARRO: Adventures in Feeding a Family

When my daughter was two-years old, she weighed 18 lbs and subsisted on three chicken nugget per day. (“I want chicken-fries!!!” she would shout, raising Sanctimommy eyebrows everywhere.) I was horrified. How would this little girl ever gain any weight? Or what if her palate never developed beyond processed chicken and she grew up to […]

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THE GUILT GAME

About once a day, I make a parenting mistake that makes me cringe, wondering how my children will ever survive a mother so fraught with foibles. Today, I landed squarely in the Mommy Hall of Shame. Not only did I forget that I was chaperoning my daughters class trip –something she mentioned and I swiftly […]

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A BITTERSWEET HISTORY OF CURLY HAIR

In addition to a box full of recipes, Mom also bestowed upon me a crown of curls. Yes, I have been blessed (and cursed) with hair that has a mind of its own. As a teenager in the early 1960s, Mom wanted nothing to do with those curls. She coveted the silky coifs of Gidget […]

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EMBRACING THE JEANNEyrl POOL: A Bittersweet History of Cu

In addition to a box full of recipes, Mom also bestowed upon me a crown of curls. Yes, I have been blessed (and cursed) with hair that has a mind of its own. As a teenager in the early 1960s, Mom wanted nothing to do with those curls. She coveted the silky coifs of Gidget […]

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IT’S JUST STUFF

For many years, my closet held a dirty little secret. Behind my boots, wedged between the wall and some outmoded purses, lay two beautiful Chinese scrolls that belonged to my parents. They once hung elegantly in our dining room, whispering of orange blossoms in foreign tongues. But in my home, they sat collecting dust. I […]

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IT’S JUST STUFF

For many years, my closet held a dirty little secret. Behind my boots, wedged between the wall and some outmoded purses, lay two beautiful Chinese scrolls that belonged to my parents. They once hung elegantly in our dining room, whispering of orange blossoms in foreign tongues. But in my home, they sat collecting dust. I […]

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MAKING THE DAMNED BRUSSELS SPROUTS

It’s 8:15am on Christmas Eve morning, and I am making the damned Brussels sprouts. This was my mother’s Christmas dinner assignment, her lot in life. No sooner had we unwrapped the presents, polished off breakfast, and poured a second cup of coffee, Mom would abruptly stand up to announce: “It’s time to make the damned […]

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The Rewards of (Over)Sharing

Blogging is a funny thing. At times, I am repelled by this need to share stories with strangers. Who am I to think others should care? Why do we collectively want to share so darned much? At its worst, blogging is digital proof of the unparalleled narcissism that has taken hold of this era. Yuck. […]

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