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Autopsy, Seven Years In

The second time Max killed himself it was too surreal to take in. He was lying in his bed with one knee up and his headphones in his right hand, next to his IPod. When he wouldn’t wake up, I … Continue reading

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When Your Kid Breaks Up With You

So you’re going along being a mom, and you think it’s permanent, because, you know, but then all of a sudden he or she decides it’s over. He or she refers to you as a “biological mother” and pretty much … Continue reading

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Charlotte’s Web

  Recently, some words from ‘Charlotte’s Web‘ surfaced from my unconscious. (If you’ve never read Charlotte’s Web, I don’t know what you’re doing here. We are probably from different planets.) When Wilbur sees Charlotte’s egg sac, he asks if it’s … Continue reading

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A Terrible Story: Weigh In

Kelli Stapleton is in jail without bond, for the attempted murder of her daughter Issy. Kelli has documented her challenges as Issy’s mom in a blog called ‘The Status Woe.’ Issy is a lovely blonde 14 year old who is … Continue reading

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Bad and Badder

Watching the news tonight, I am struck by the word “evil” in reference to the shootings in Connecticut. A disturbed 20 year old young man who lives with his mother, has no friends, hasn’t spoken to his older brother for … Continue reading

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De Profundis

I’ve been meaning to read De Profundis since I read a biography of Oscar Wilde, around 100 years ago. I know Max read De Profundis and liked it. I was disappointed, though. Oscar Wilde managed to perceive a benefit from … Continue reading

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Bad Mothers

I’m reading a book about addiction that Max read last year. He told me I might like it. I also remember him writing to his girlfriend that the book caused him to review his childhood, which he always thought was … Continue reading

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Mothers Day

This Mothers Day I am reminded of The Mommy Exchange I outlined last year. It’s a  really  great system, now more than ever. I think of my commenters here as my babies, even if you’re older than me. You’ve all given me … Continue reading

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How Dare I Keep Going

All my devoted trolls are demanding that I go away and mourn. But the problem is, there’s no way to implement this. Mourning isn’t a thing you do in a black dress. Maybe they want me to spend all day … Continue reading

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Mommy

Here’s my mom. She died on April 27, 2001.   She loved opera, chili, shoes, vodka, books   and traveling. On her deathbed, watching Jeopardy on TV, she shouted out “Loyola!” and she was correct. She was nuts, and I miss her. … Continue reading

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