Exiled In Toyland
Sunday, November 27, 2011

Rustling up the ghosts of Christmases past

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As I rustle through the stores this holiday season mulling the purchases that will either make Santa a hero or me a zero (because, lets face...
Sunday, November 20, 2011

It's true, actually

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The Champ knows everything. It's true, actually. The only thing he doesn't seem to grasp is the ability to get my attention without ...
Sunday, November 13, 2011

You never have all the answers

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“Do you remember when Amah ate paint?” How could I forget? No one had seen it coming, least of all The Champ. Certainly not me. His palette ...
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Sunday, November 06, 2011

A little about my mother

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Something was wrong. I was playing Words With Friends with my mother and I was winning. We'd been playing the game together … at night …...
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Thinking outside of the cardboard box

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When I was a kid costumes were easy. Or so I assumed. A week or so before the last day in October some garment so incredibly wonderful and p...
Sunday, October 23, 2011

Waste not, want not

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Technically we shouldn't have been there. DropOff SwapOff is a semi-annual event for the community of Concord, Massachusetts, wherein re...
Sunday, October 16, 2011

Digging out of the money pit

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It all started when I bought him the wallet. Alright … it was, in all likelihood, some time before that … possibly when I told him he could...
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Sunday, October 09, 2011

A model husband

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“Did I miss a memo ...?” His text messages were blinking. It was Sunday night, but his office manager had a pressing question that couldn...
Sunday, October 02, 2011

Having influence often means trusting theirs

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Most of the time, as a parent, and even as citizen of the world, I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing. It's not as if I don...
Sunday, September 25, 2011

Selling it short

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When I learned that our school district was closing two neighborhood schools this year I experienced all the usual emotions a parent feels. ...
Sunday, September 18, 2011

Making lemons out of lemonade

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She was so busy counting her money that she wasn't listening as her father tried to explain how IT worked. The IT that was making him tu...
Sunday, September 11, 2011

Look both ways, but cross the street

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Dear Ittybit & Champ, On this day ten years ago, at 8:57 a.m., I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of the newspaper's office....
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Sunday, September 04, 2011

We are our own worst frienemies

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Something was in the air. Ittybit had been scouring the yard for poultry feathers. She had a fistful and I could see her mind turning wit...
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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Just another suburban legend

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The wilds of Maine are filled with roaming gangs of feral children. And no amount of logic nor arguing will tame them. Or so it would see...
Sunday, August 21, 2011

Hey, Lady

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Whenever I hear a self-described lady say: "I'm not a feminist, but ..." I want to stop her right there and tell her whatever ...
Sunday, August 14, 2011

Smart phone. Dumb users.

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I don't usually pick up the phone when I'm driving. Not only is it illegal, but I'm probably one of the few people on the planet...
Sunday, August 07, 2011

Goodnight, sweet Madeline ... see you in my dreams

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She wasn't the dog I wanted. The litter of lab mutts she came from had three distinct varieties: Black as night, yellow as the sun and a...
Sunday, July 31, 2011

When moms croak and cats fly magic can happen

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"He stole my gnome and then he pinched me on my foot." "Well, she tookt my esperamint and woozent given it bact." They...
Sunday, July 24, 2011

Like mother, like son

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The Champ used to be so sweet. A happy child. Friendly and amenable. A parent's dream. That's what people called him. Of course, the...
Sunday, July 17, 2011

And justice for ...

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I'm one of those moms people have been talking about. Kind of. ... I'm surely the kind who can picture themselves faced with the hor...
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