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daughters
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daughters
Get me some, get me some, get . . . ME . . . SOME
03.10.10 | Permalink | 5 Commentsplease? (How Spot gets my attention, shaking the Aspen Mills Honey Whole Wheat at my elbow while I sit at the computer, and once I turn to acknowledge her, she tacks on the please? in a high, placating voice with a fake smile.) — Daddy’s Girl Susan informed me yesterday that she puts both of [...]
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daughters, motherhood
Innocent
02.25.10 | Permalink | 20 CommentsLast Sunday we waited in the foyer after church. Spot danced around me, describing the people from the next congregation, who were leaving the chapel in ones and twos for the bathroom, a drink, a tithing envelope. “That’s a man with a mustache” she chanted (quietly). “That’s a boy with a vest.” “That’s a big [...]
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daughters, pregnancy
Disconnect
01.15.10 | Permalink | 22 CommentsOne of my best friends came to stay with us for a few days. She planned her trip before I was struck down in the afternoon and evenings by this first-trimester-stomach-unhappiness, and I have been hoping that I can be cheerful enough to not rain on her vacation. (I am great in the mornings, which [...]
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daughters
My daughter, herself
09.25.09 | Permalink | 44 CommentsThe other night I was helping Sally with her homework. I am fundamentally opposed to homework for elementary school kids, but Sally, age 8, third grade, feels better if she does it. So I help her with it. And some of it isn’t bad; it’s games for her to play with a parent, or a [...]
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daughters
Does it matter?
09.24.09 | Permalink | 6 CommentsA couple weeks ago, Sally rushed into the house with a roar of MOM that was half-way between mad and hurt. At least it sounded mad a bit, but turned out to be all hurt, and a baby cub’s aggressive appeal for comfort. She had fallen off her bike on the way home from school [...]
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daughters
Sticks and Stones
06.11.09 | Permalink | 22 CommentsI’d like to apologize for feelings I hurt on the Bad Mother Manifesto thing. It is always my hope that we can discuss ideas without attacking people, though I do not always succeed at this, and for that I am truly sorry. I hope this explains (metaphorically) why I feel so strongly about appropriating and [...]
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daughters
Why it terrifies me to mother daughters
03.19.09 | Permalink | 26 CommentsWhen my sister’s husband walked out on her and their three children, aged five, three, and one, my sister was shattered. I held her as she cried that day, and I raged that a man could be so careless with the heart and the lives that were given in trust to him. It’s been a [...]
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