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Sump pump wisdom
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Written by Jen Wednesday, 27 August 2008 00:00
Mothers are talented. We can do it all. When you need something, anything, just ask a woman who is cook, maid, chauffer, teacher, psychologist, fund-raiser, physician...You get my point.
So c'mon, moms! Invent a sump pump that emits a signal when it is about to die. I suggest an alarm, flashing lights throughout the house or perhaps a small yet piercing scream that alerts the homeowner that the basement is about to be filled with gushing water.
calling Mom friendly phones
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Written by Jen Tuesday, 19 August 2008 00:00
Yesterday, my husband and teenage son chose a new cell phone for me. Now I take full blame for my own absence in this instance. I had a choice: stay at home and enjoy my two hours of peace while they examined every last feature with the infamously unfriendly cell phone representative, or go with them and try to look interested and intelligent enough to understand all the gibberish. Guess which option I chose?
Imagination grows up
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Written by Jen Wednesday, 13 August 2008 00:00
Two of my children were awake before 10:00 a.m., so we had the rare chance to leisurely enjoy Dad's signature egg breakfast and chat about wacky local news clips, the Sunday funnies--and hair. My son's morning hairstyle, to be specific. Blessed with a number of cowlicks, he looks best with a short cut but isn't eager to head to the barber anytime soon. "It's good," he quips, when I mention his need for a trim. "You look like a rooster," I respond. And now we get a glimpse of what I love about conversations with my kids.
Going through a stage
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Written by Jen Monday, 04 August 2008 00:00
Teenagers bring out the worst in parents. I know this for a fact because I have two teens and lately I've been, well, in a perpetual stage of "freaking out," as my son would say. The latest came after a missed curfew indicated to me that certainly my eldest child was 1) involved in a terrible car accident 2) carjacked in a parking garage 3) lost on the road three states away 4) purposefully ignoring the rules 5) too involved with a female companion to notice the time.
Writer's Block
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Written by Jen Monday, 21 July 2008 00:00
Sitting down to write this morning it happened. My mind went blank. Again. Frustration in its most startling form: the white page.
I have the most striking ideas when I'm asleep, in the shower, in the car or otherwise unable to grab paper and pencil. The words flow like wine...in my head. Then they're gone. The dream writer is as verbose as Melville, as discriminating as Austen, as witty as Shakespeare. But the real writer, in my old t-shirt and comfy gardening shorts, needs to look up simple grammatical rules and can't remember what the point of the paragraph is anyway.
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