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Five Parenting Rules My Mother Taught Me to Break

Posted on Jun 8, 2014 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

In many ways, my childhood was completely conventional. My parents raised me in a two-story house in suburbia and sent me to public schools. I have one younger brother and a dog. My mom played team tennis and was president of the PTA, my dad was an attorney and came home every night from the office with a special treat he would pick up for me at 7-11 on...

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Launch!

Posted on Apr 7, 2014 in Uncategorized | 5 comments

Finally, I can announce some exciting news! Last January, Lindsey Mead came to me with her idea to gather ten writers to write about the different ages of childhood, from one-year-old toddlers to ten-year-old tweens. We found eight amazing writers to help us in this endeavor, and the results were “This Is Childhood.” Last summer, the editors of...

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Never Say Never

Posted on Apr 2, 2014 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

“I want a pet of my own,” 9-year-old Charlie stated one morning over his frozen waffle. I raised an eyebrow and tipped my head toward the giant designer puppy sitting in the corner of the room, remnants of someone’s Boba Fett figure still stuck in the hair on his chin. “No, I want something that is just mine,” Charlie...

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How We Write

How We Write

Posted on Mar 31, 2014 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

My friend, the stealthily witty and sometimes devastatingly candid Jamie Krug, tapped me to participate in a blog tour exploring our writing process. I said yes without even seeing the questions, and once I saw them, I was a little intimidated. The past few months, I have felt quiet. I’ve sort of been in the midst of what I call “The...

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The Day Someone Threw Me a Rope

Posted on Feb 23, 2014 in Uncategorized | 7 comments

  I can still remember where I sat on the floor in the room, the Southern California light pouring in that way it does, diagonally through the plate glass windows and bending through the blinds. There were about twelve of us sitting in a circle, leaning back against folding cushions, our knees popped up in front of us. Each of us held a fairly new...

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