My Super Spicey Life

If variety is truly the spice of life, then my life as a parent sometimes feels like the entire baking aisle at the local grocery store. Some days it’s paprika, others seem like lavender. I’ve had many a morning that started off with a touch of marjoram, afternoons sprinkled with allspice and an abundance of evenings tasting like plain old…

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Morning Mumblings

Star Trek fans know that on the Final Frontier, some inhabitants speak Klingon. And now, thanks to Avatar, on the planet Pandora, they speak Na’Vi. Species of all varieties seem to intuitively master the skill of communication, regardless of the circumstances. Why is it, then, that my youngest son can hardly speak during the first 60 minutes of his day? I used…

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Ironclad Love

I smile when I iron. Not that I iron all that often. And, I do smile with regularity when I am not ironing. But, I always smile when I iron. Thank you, Helen. Helen was the mom who lived across the street from my childhood home. She and her husband had a clan of four boys. That would have been…

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I’ve Got a Bowling Angel

Short. True Story. I recently joined my town’s weekly bowling league. My kids tell me it’s a good thing for me to do to get out there and meet new people. “Why not?” I thought. So last night – the second night of the season – I decided to pull out something that I’ve been keeping in the closet for…

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Kissing an A-Game Day Good-Bye

I needed to find my A-Game today. Most days I’m happy if I can maneuver through the world of parenting, writing, chauffeuring and errands with a solid, respectable B-Game. And truthfully, some days get my C-Game because that’s the best I can do. But today needed all the stops pulled out. If this were college basketball, I needed to play…

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What Would You Do Wednesday: Noodles

Love my high school son. But there are moments I do consider trading him in for a different model. The other day, I got a phone call from the mother of one of his friends. These are “newer” friends- I’ve never done anything with them other than say a friendly “hello” as we mutually drop kids off at each others’…

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Lysol My Life

I bought a can of Lysol today. In retrospect, I should have come home with a case of it. Welcome to my life the last few days. We’ve had a bug problem in our house for the last week. “Bug” as in flu bug. It started about a week ago when my daughter came home with the usual symptoms of…

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Uncle (Flap) Jack

As a kid, he was simply “Uncle Jack.” Today, my kids all call him Uncle “Flap Jack.” Jack was my dad’s oldest brother. They were part of the Omaha, Nebraska Higley brood of five kids. Dad was brother number four. Like everyone in that depression era, they were raised in a world with little money. They also had a life…

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A Cure for, “Dad, I’m Bored!”

“Dad, I’m bored. There’s nothing to do around here.” As a dad of three, I’ve heard that line before. Once. Or twice. Or 2,488 other times. My high school son started in with it again a couple weeks ago. “Everyone’s bored. We’ve done everything there is to do this summer.” “Enjoy being bored,” I told him. “Bored’s good. Own it.”…

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Old Friends

Every once in a while my kids have to sit through my lecture about friends. I give it when one of their friendships fizzles, a pal peters out, or a BFF suddenly goes MIA. This well-oiled talk of mine is about how living life involves a series of friendships that fall into two buckets. One bucket is filled with an…

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