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Nature has many marvels. One of the most miraculous is the Monarch butterfly. These creatures, fragile flying origami dipped in orange and black water colors, undertake a massive 2500 mile migration every year, often to the exact Oyamel fir tree in Central Mexico’s Oyamel Forest that they overwintered in the previous year. Monarch butterflies…

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Tree frogs start their summer evening songs in the scented boxwoods and lilacs and assorted bee attracting foliage that shade our leisure evening view over the children running and playing on the green fields of their country club bubble. We’re talking about them. As usual. Do moms talk about anything else? “It goes so…

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I sat down at a table next to a woman in Starbucks, head buried in her computer, tapping away furiously. On a second glance I recognized her as an acquaintance. She looked up and we exchanged pleasantries. Not that she felt much like casual small talk. “I’ve just quit my job that I hate…

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Let the flowers die unwatered in their vases. Flowers? Yes, they are there. Someone needed to do something. Accept them graciously. Or not. God knows this is bleak, unchartered territory for you ….. You with this gaping hole, groping around in the dark. Sleepwalking. If sleep would only come and the fog dim for…

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Three of the top ten books on Amazon’s best selling list are adult coloring books. I am not sure whether to be appalled at the dumbing down of the American intellect or amused at our attempts to escape the stress our children cause us by immersing ourselves in one of their activities. Every day…

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Welcome to the age of parenting in a world that is supercharged with agendas, celebrates success regardless of merit and fast tracks early front runners, deserving or not. My friends and I lament the state we find ourselves in. We are caught in a riptide of super-competitive parenting, a race to create mini-moguls and…

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What shall I buy for Christmas ? What I remember of Christmas mornings as a child is the tree, or more to the point, all the presents under the tree. My family was not wealthy, but we had enough, and my mother (perhaps owing to her own difficult and deprived childhood) made sure we…

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My son (P) is 9 and a budding junior golfer. Today he is playing in tournament at our Club. He is playing with 2 other boys in his flight, they are older, both their dads are driving the carts. P very firmly tells me in no uncertain terms that he does not want me…