November 21, 2010
We dance. And even with my eyes closed I know the steps by heart. One two three. One two three. You wrestle them through tooth brushes and Sponge Bob toothpaste. I tuck gangly legs and chubby thighs into Spiderman pajama bottoms and Cars pajama tops and tuck them up and over and into beds they’ve [...]
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August 3, 2009
How do you know when you have been accepted into the inner sanctum of your family-in-law? For me, that litmus test was pizza. Or more precisely, pizza toppings. Thirteen years ago when I still thought a size 8 pair of jeans was chunky and crop tops were cool, I met this boy from the Midwest [...]
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