I'm stuck. Totally stuck. Here's what's going on over here: Write it. Read it. Hate it. Delete it. [Repeat.] It's not that I don't have anything to say. I do. I have volumes. It's that I can't seem to organize my thoughts into anything that sounds like how I want it to sound. At this moment, I have seven half-written-in-my-brain posts that I can't seem to finish on paper. I am actually forcing myself to write these words and not delete them because I know it's the only way to un-stick myself. Ugh. The biggest problem I have is a dark voice that creeps in and says, "You've written nothing of substance. Do better." And then my highly competitive (and largely repressed) side takes

The Wilds of the Suburbs

When I was a kid, we didn't have cable. Well, we had cable when I was really little, but when I reached elementary school age, my parents cut the cable cord and we were left with basic stations that we'd get over the air. That meant that on a rainy Saturday afternoon, the only interesting thing we found to watch was "National Geographic" on PBS. By today's-kid standards, this doesn't sound very exciting. But it was to us. It was wonderful. My family would gather around the T.V. and watch the epic battle of lioness vs. antelope unfold before us on that magical box in our family room. I remember being so devastated when a baby impala was captured that I had to leave the room to mourn.

This Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day weekend. Like many of you, I have mailed my cards to my mother, mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law who are also mothers. I will call and text my mom friends wishing them a cheery, "Happy Mother's Day!" on the phone. My kids will give me cards that they made at school and I will almost certainly get weepy and seeing their hard work and reading what they think of me. In a preview of my daughter's "All about My Mom" poster from preschool, she filled in the blank of , "I love my mom more than [blank]" with "God." Done. Niagara Falls over here. But I want to take a minute to remember that this is hard day for a lot of people. For starters, I am lucky enough to be able to ca

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