Monthly Archive: December 2014

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The Priceless Wedding Gift I Will Give My Son

This post was originally published at the online magazine Masalamommas. Everyone tells you that it is easier to raise a boy than a girl. They keep telling you that there is a lot at stake for a girl, and you really have to worry about her future. But I’ve read a lot of books, and thought a lot about this; just as much is at stake for a boy. I...

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A Letter to an Aching Mother

Today’s horrific school shooting in Peshawar, Pakistan has left me numb.  There are no words that can adequately express the heartache of hearing that innocent children have been killed in such a deliberate, heinous manner. There is just no explanation.  One is left wondering how humanity could have failed in such a miserable way. A letter to a victim’s mother: Dear Aching Mother, I woke up this morning just like...

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Four Ways of Arriving on Time to a Party with Kids

It’s Friday evening and you just got home. The clock is flashing 5:10 pm and it has completely slipped your mind that in a few hours you are invited to another princess-themed birthday party. The chaos part of your brain is activated; that same part that dreads every invitation to a party that involves bringing the kids. You can either scramble to get ready, fumbling through the fiasco, or you...

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S’mores Bites

  These are my absolute favorite s’mores and so simple to make. The kids love them and they can eat them in one big bite–leaving no trail of dripping chocolate or marshmallow.  When you can’t get to a campfire these indoor s’mores bites are the perfect solution. You will need: 1 1/2 Cup Crushed Graham Cracker 7 Tbs  Butter, melted 1/2 cup Powdered Sugar (though I’ve made them without this...

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Baby Don’t Let Go

I remember the week I brought my daughter home from the hospital. It was while I was sitting on the couch that I had my first real “moment” with her. Now that I think back it was a fleeting moment, but I promised myself that I would never forget; times of immense happiness are somehow always neatly wrapped up and filed away in your memory. She was sleeping, her head...