Best of, Bubby, Motherhood, Writer Confessions

When I Realized I Was Teaching my Son to be Sexist

Twelve years old, I was riding my bike down our neighborhood hill as fast as I could. I remember beating my neighbor friend to the bottom of the hill and enjoying the thrill of winning against him. He was one of the “wild” kids in our little tribe and my girlfriends and I never really went over to his house to play. Unless he asked us to jump on the trampoline.

But he hated to lose and...

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Motherhood

Being a Parent Freaks Me Out

Squishy oatmeal on the floor. Granola stuck to the seat. Bacon filling the air. Dogs licking everything. Breakfast is my favorite. Bubby's in a good mood and ready to try whatever food I throw his way. I said ready to try. Not always actually eat. We've been doing the whole "let-them-feed-themselves" bit and it's worked out pretty well, for the most part. Drawback to this? Flying food when...

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