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Spencer at 3

He doesn’t have to say a word, and yet strangers often approach him to strike up conversations. (If he’s in the mood, he obliges.) We’ve met many nice people this way. He talked early and has never stopped, except to sing. He uses spoken language...

Peer Pressure

Recently I went away for a weekend with some old friends. We did the usual girl things (ate well, shopped a little, talked a lot) and discovered something about ourselves: we all struggled with staying up later than we—and our husbands—thought we should. Any mom knows...

A Confession

I’m a little jealous of my own daughter. She has my dream life. As a young girl, I longed for older brothers. My friend Casey had lots of older brothers. So did Lori. Lucky girls. I just had sisters. Older sisters can sometimes be—well—bossy. (Shhh. Don’t...

It seemed like a good idea at first…

All winter a lone robin has foraged in our yard for the stray berry or seed. It was chubby, and I felt optimistic for it, though I wondered what hardships had prevented its migration south with siblings and cousins. (Illness? Injury? Procrastination?) This week...