The Deep, Dark Underbelly of Parenting (and how my attitude is still my own problem)

I was driving home last night from Julianna’s last horseback riding lesson of the year, and pondering what to write for a blog post today, when I realized Julianna and Michael were in the back seat, fighting over… …wait for it… …a dirty paper plate. This was not the first fight of the afternoon, either.…

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Suffering Isn’t Sexy, But It’s Been Good For Me

I was twenty-five when I got married, and I thought I was coming into it really late. By modern standards, of course, twenty-five is early, if anything, but I didn’t know that. In point of fact, I didn’t know much of anything when I got married. About, well, anything. I thought I was a pretty…

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Unrecognized Blessings

It was fifteen minutes until Mass started, and we couldn’t find Julianna’s shoes. Or more accurately, one of her shoes. Now, to understand the full significance of this, you have to realize, first, that Alex was serving and he was supposed to be at church fifteen minutes ahead of time—and second, that Julianna only owns…

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Road Rage And Other Rage

Three times in recent weeks, I have drawn the ire of other drivers. It’s enough to make me soul-search whether the problem really is me. The first time, I’d turned the engine off at a long light and the car behind me wasn’t happy with the extra second it took me to get moving forward…

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Rolling With The Punches

Life is a well-oiled machine, dependent on every cog to keep chugging along. Have Michael in the van and ready to pull out the driveway when Julianna’s bus arrives at 7:50 a.m. Fasting blood work at 8, when the doors open. Drop Michael off at 8:20. Meet friend to work through flute duet-in-progress at 8:30.…

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Recital Day: A V-log (sort of)

(Text, more or less): It has been about ten years since I gave a recital. When I gave recitals in college and grad school, I: Practiced three to four hours a day Had my own dedicated practice room, with no internet connection Practiced first thing in the morning before class. Practiced after class until ensemble…

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What’s YOUR Problem?

Life is unpredictable, but over the past several years I’ve learned there’s one thing I can count on with absolute certainty: somewhere between one week and two days before university graduation, I will lose my voice. It happens virtually every semester, just before I join the platform party at honors convocation as the official singer…

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