Mother's Day Out

School Daze

Greetings, gentle readers! Old Mother is back in the saddle again, returning to the virtual vaudeville stage after a hiatus spent on Serious Fiction. It’s not that I can’t multi-task. This skill has not eroded over time, like others I can name, for example, the

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Why Women Write

August 2009. So I’m sitting here crying cause I can’t get anything done because there are so many kids running around…some of them not even mine…and I keep having to feed them… especially the ones on the cusp of adolescence. Madeleine L’Engle had a cook

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Holiday Traffic

My house used to seem really, really BIG, but that was when all five kids were knee-high to a grasshopper. Now that they have quite selfishly and inconsiderately grown UP into large-size human beings, things feel really, really SMALL around here, especially around Christmas. Home

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Let Us Now Praise Famous Illustrators

I once worked for a fellow devotee of the written word who was not just a librarian but the daughter of a librarian. One day she saw me holding Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House On The Prairie,” and, clutching my elbow, exclaimed: “I once sat

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Let Go Of My Arm!

My children are NUTS. They are obsessed with my triceps, or actually the jiggly skin on the back of my upper arm where my triceps should be. They’re teenagers, for heaven’s sake! It’s been YEARS since they used me as a jungle gym, life preserver, or

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Leap Year

Leap Year took off at my house in May, when Swoosh graduated from the University of Leaps and Bounds and began cutting an entrepreneurial swath through the Seattle music scene with an alacrity that did not surprise Old Mother in the least. In early June,

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Hunger Games: Carts on Fire

Penrod screeches to a halt in the freezer section and throws a sixty-four count box of chicken taquitos into the cart. He blasts off again, sparks flying. I scramble to keep up, but the playing field is not level because I am wearing heels. Just

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STARTGAME (with apologies to Beckett)

November 27, 2014. Wow. It’s  almost the end of November! As we careen headlong into the Great Holiday Trifecta I suddenly realize this means that the school year has started.  Yes, Old Mother is a bit slow on the uptake. And although I do recall

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Mad Lib for a Rapidly Aging Mother

I woke up on Saturday morning.   “_____!”  I exclaimed.  “It’s my  _____ birthday!”  I  ______  into the bathroom to check to mirror.  “Hmm…”  I thought, pulling my _____ up with my fingers.  “Dare I wait another _____ before scheduling that complimentary consult with my friendly

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Travels With My Mother, or, STUFF My Mom Says

Day 1. 12 p.m. Mom and I blast off from the Chicago suburbs in an ancient Jeep Cherokee which at time of purchase unnamed decades ago seemed gigantic, but in 2012 feels like a clown car, or even a cereal box prize, if you don’t think

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