The Spy Who Loved Me

It's not like I didn't give my children fair warning. I mean, when they're little I went with the whole "I've got eyes in the back of my head" thing, which is in turns both true and deeply creepy. I once had my younger son pawing at my head while he straddled my shoulders. When... Continue Reading →

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Tell Me Something Good

I try to make sure I tell other parents when I see or hear about their children doing something nice, or polite, or funny. I have been known to seek out other parents to let them know their child stood up for another, or held a door, or any myriad of other things. Just the... Continue Reading →

The Breakfast Club

It's not often I drop my kids at school. The thirteen year-old is in charge of his own schedule and the ten year-old, who almost is, cycles in with his father. On the rare occasions I am in the a.m., I usually spot The Breakfast Club. On any given school day the mothers of the... Continue Reading →

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

I hate asking for help. But...living away from family and the familiar, I've learned that sometimes, it's a necessity. And while my natural inclination is to come close to killing myself trying to do 600 things by myself, I have gotten much better at asking for help when and where I need it. Example: Like... Continue Reading →

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D.E. Haggerty

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