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As you read this, please note that I’m not a morning person.

I am leaving my family. What kind of mother would do this?

I’m fighting a war on two fronts with two kids at difficult ages at the same time.

This is the year I declare I’m good enough, and so is my messy house and unfolded laundry.

We already judge each other enough as women. Must we add cooking to the list?

I wonder how many other parents have taught their kids to escape uncomfortable situations.

My third-grader feared sitting next to a child with autism.

I think the world could do without Victoria’s Secret’s artificial-looking women.

I never have any good ideas on what I could possibly need or want.

Having 20 kids doesn’t appeal to me. But what those kids are learning does.

There is something worse than poop on the walls.

Is it just one more day to cram too many things into?

Not my daughter. Not yet anyway.

Sometimes, the head and the gut get their signals crossed.

My daughter (soon to be 9) wants to call friends. Uh, is this OK?

I realize I don’t write about my son much. Here you go.

School pics these days can be touched up. Not so back in the day. Check out mine.

A twin, I’ve realized my daughter will never know the joy (and occasional agony) of having a sister.

Is your daughter too pretty to do homework? Mine either.