The heart of a mother

His rosy cheeks make him look healthy, until you realize they're so red because his fever is running so high. He sits, limply, doesn't want to play his video games, or watch TV, or read, or do anything. His tumbling curls frame his pale, emotionless face. My heart...

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I think I should write

I had trouble figuring out what to write about today. So many things going through my head. My younger son is sick, and I'm sitting on the floor of his room, leaning against his bed, with my laptop open. "What should I write about?" I asked him. "I don't know," he...

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Children’s television shows are weird

Let's face it: children's television shows are flat-out strange today. I'm glad my boys are now of the age where we watch Avengers cartoons, Star Wars Rebels, and Doctor Who together. But when they were younger, I watched shows with them so I knew what they were being...

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Confessions of a grammar snob

I'll admit it: I'm somewhat of a grammar snob. I haven't always been as adamant about it as I am today, and 20 years in newspaper newsrooms probably had some affect on me in that regard. You haven't met so many people concerned about the placement of a comma or...

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Waiting for the sun, listening to the rain

I've always loved the rain. Provided I'm indoors and don't have to go outdoors anytime soon. Wait. Let me start over. That's not a nice enough thing to say about rain. Rain, which feeds our plants, keeps our world living, makes sure we don't shrivel up and fall into a...

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Tears of laughter, tears of pain

Tears are a funny thing. They often come out when you least want them to. When you're trying so hard to keep them in because you don't want anyone to know the emotions you're feeling. When you are sitting there, stoically, the tear betrays you, leaking out of your...

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Don’t give in to fear

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there...

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Thoughts on Times Square

As a teenaged Long Islander in the 1980s, Times Square meant one thing: Where you got a fake ID. (Just kidding any police or parents who might be reading this!) I got my first fake ID in Times Square. My second, too, I think. The technology and will to uncover fakes...

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I can time-travel without a TARDIS

I'm really bad at keeping up with my email. Like, really bad. I have too many email addresses - I actually should try to remember all the email addresses I've had over the years and try to sign back into them and see what I get. Of course, some don't even exist...

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