Category Archives: motherlode

From mailboxes to inboxes

“Do we have envelopes?” Ari, 22, was standing in the middle of the kitchen, a single sheet of paper in hand. “Of course.” I went to the envelope keeping place in the dining room and gave him one. “Do you … Continue reading

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How much is that kitten in the window? It’s free!

It occurred to me the other night, as I sat in bed watching everybody have sex on Grey’s Anatomy and four cats lounged on me, that if I were to die like that (snaps fingers) I hadn’t made provisions for … Continue reading

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I am done with your hateful words

I’m not gonna be nice anymore. This isn’t a political statement as much as it is a humanitarian one. I actually started this column when I saw that awful letter from F Stevens in this paper on Remembrance Day. Nice … Continue reading

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The world is not in your phone. It just seems like it is

After writing a piece about car manufacturers racing to implement safety sensors and cameras to stop their product from running into oblivious teens texting and walking – petextrians, they’re called – someone asked me if we would ever again see … Continue reading

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Sometime opportunity knocks. Sometimes it’s just Mom

There are people who miss the days when company used to just drop by but as an adult, I look back and wonder if it was only the kids who really liked it. I’m rarely dressed appropriately for company, and … Continue reading

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As my kid struggles to explain my computer to me

“Ari, I think the Internet is broken.” I swear I heard him sigh all the way from upstairs. “It is not broken,” he called. “What did you do now?” “It’s slow. Really, really slow,” I replied, but by now Ari, … Continue reading

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A 20-year measure of missing someone

It’s 20 years this week since Dad died. I have two work appointments scheduled that day, and as I entered the meetings on my calendar I stumbled a little but acted like the adult I am and said of course … Continue reading

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Pumpkins weren’t always about lattes

When the boys were small, I took them to an apple farm every fall. We’d found it during a field trip when Christer was in preschool, I think. I confess that after a while most of the field trips, while … Continue reading

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A dog who really needs to come out of the closet

Whenever I am facing a workday and seem to be lacking self-discipline, I think of a little dog who is a master of control. Christopher and Pammy moved out a year ago, and Alfie went with them. To call the … Continue reading

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When judging a book by its cover turns deadly

A friend dropped in recently and looked around my house. He asked what I’d been doing. “Working,” I said. I’m always working. “Well, you sure haven’t been cleaning,” he laughed. And so I was forced to see my home through … Continue reading

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