Exiled In Toyland
Sunday, October 25, 2015

The extra mile

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How long had we been there trying on shoes? Maybe a half hour? Maybe more. It had seemed to me to be a long time, anyway. The trip get...
Sunday, October 18, 2015

The bike path less traveled

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Not long ago – and by “not long” I mean just prior to last Sunday – I had all but given up on the idyllic vision of our family riding bi...
Sunday, October 11, 2015

A real eye-opener

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He squints. One eye, mostly. The left one to be exact. I never thought any more of it than a quirk of personality hailing all the way back ...
Sunday, October 04, 2015

Sleep cycle

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These days, at least around my house, sleep is like an errant teenager. It comes home late, sneaks out early, or locks the door and does a...
Sunday, September 27, 2015

Still sitting in the dark

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The room was dark. No one was talking. Occasionally, a beep or a ping would start a war between siblings. “You did that on p...
Sunday, September 20, 2015

Time and space

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What time is it? I sense the panic before I hear it. Lights go on across the hall. There are audible sighs and other noises of discon...
Sunday, September 13, 2015

A milkshake in time

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“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,” sings my daughter in the back of the car on our way home from fair. “And their like, ...
Sunday, September 06, 2015

Just a regular Joe

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Excitement was all around us. The crack of a bat. The roar of the crowd. There was even a dancing mascot balanced with cat-like precision ...
Sunday, August 30, 2015

Simply complicated

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They were gathered around me like medical students crowding a hospital bed. They watched every move I made as if lives depended on their a...
Sunday, August 23, 2015

Do they feel our pain?

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“ Do I need a pencil sharpener,asked the boy as he skipped alongside the shopping cart, thumping his feet in time with the clank of a rick...
Sunday, August 16, 2015

A mother on the edge in Vacationland

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The squabbling had reached a crescendo. Vacation wasn't even halfway over and already the meter on flailing tempers had run out. M...
Sunday, August 09, 2015

Spitting images

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“She's the spitting image of you,” said the lady behind the counter as she handed my daughter a sack full of candy with one hand, and ...
Sunday, August 02, 2015

The great out of doors

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At 7 a.m., when there was still breeze in the air and sun was yet to scald, the great out of doors seemed like such a good idea. "We...
Sunday, July 26, 2015

Salad fork, dinner fork, pitchfork

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I know my patience level registers time differently than clocks usually do. Waiting for things to begin (like breakfast) and for things to ...
Sunday, July 19, 2015

A mid-summer night's wake up call

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be...
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