The Courage Not To Hide His Smile

He hides his smiles. Or at least, he tries. He can’t say for sure why he does it. But at some deep level in my soul I think I understand, because he is so much like me. He’s self-conscious, and he’s trying to be humble. Always, one or both of those things comes into play.…

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The Guilt We Cling To

No one has ever criticized me for being a work-from-home mom. Not even once. And yet I go through a periodic…cyclical, perhaps?…festival of self-loathing. My house isn’t clean enough. My kids’ personal habits and academic/physical/fill-in-the-blank achievements aren’t enough. My flower beds aren’t pretty enough. My life is a long series of “should-have”‘s, and if only…

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Many Gifts, One Body: a first grade lesson

Alex didn’t have a good last day of school. Silly school, they thought all the kids would enjoy a non-uniform day filled with nothing but outdoor games. (Well. And Mass. Can’t begin or end a school year without that.) Alex thought he was going to enjoy it too, until he fell down in a three-legged…

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We Are Not Rugged Individualists

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a piece of fiction called “Makeover.” It’s about a woman whose life is a mess–grown son dead, marriage in shambles. When she sees her reflection in a storefront, she realizes she doesn’t recognize herself anymore–and she goes to do something about it. The most thought-provoking comment I received…

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