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I write about about being a 40-something mum of six wonderfully exasperating children, attachment parenting, my adventures in the kitchen, and whatever else comes to mind. 


Full Circle

One of my mother's favorite "kid" stories about when I was little has me, at about age 5, sitting out on the swingset on a blustery winter day, yelling into frigid onslaught, "God! Stop the wind!" Today--another blustery winter day--while walking to school and slipping and sliding all over the icy sidewalks, #2 finally had enough.

"Wind!" he hollered, "Stop blowing!!"

The wind persisted and continued to challenge us--the three of us barely managing to remain vertical while trudging towards the school.

"Mommy," he said sadly. "I don't fink da wind heard me."

I Waited 32 Years For These

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