I have to admit I completely lost it on my crew last Monday night. Yup, pretty much the opposite of keeping my ____* together. *sh^t, zen, happy, life…(you pick) Thankfully, Dave wasn’t here to witness the meltdown — he was at his essential place of work.   Let me explain. Many members of the crew were…

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Jessie has been helping and supporting my triplets since sophomore year! We started with her at that time because the kids were looking to get additional advice (besides just that of their guidance counselor at school) as far as helping them with their schedules and deciding how many Honors and AP classes to take. She…

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Two days after Christmas last year, I hitched my belt and realized that I had to go out a notch further than usual. And, then my inner critic stepped to the front of the stage. I’d know that voice anywhere, the one that is very good at making me feel like sh*t about myself, and today…

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Saturday, I was volunteering at our local ski area, handing out awards for the kids’ costume race. (Thing 1 and Thing 2 had performed a smashing dance, tapping away in their ski boots. My Cat in the Hat was concussed and sullenly left home to avoid bright light.) That concussion, and the admissions scandal… plus…

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Bryn, our oldest, is graduating this weekend from UChicago. Natalie, a college junior, has just returned from Spain and is in the midst of a hard-earned internship at the local hospital. Aaron will be wrapping up his finals and preparing for a ski camp in Oregon, which starts the day after Bryn’s graduation. Mary will…

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On a Sunday afternoon in January, I got the call from my husband that had been skiing with our youngest two. “Aaron crashed,” my husband said. “Come quickly. I don’t know how bad it is.” I sped to the ski area. By the time I arrived Aaron had been discharged from first-aid and was propped…

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  Does it get easier? clients and friends will ask, referring to the school drop-off. We have four children: boy (23), girl (20), boy (13), girl (11).W call them the Bigs and the Littles. (But only one husband!) We’ve done the drop-off, the send-off, the lugging of rugs and small fridges and the fret of…

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“He did it.” I don’t know about you, but when I was little, this was a go-to if I was trying to get out of the blame for something. Like eating the entire roll of refrigerated chocolate chip cookie dough or leaving my dirty mac and cheese bowl in the living room or not putting…

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