Monday, September 15, 2014 Elul 20, 5774

I often swap terrible mothering tales with my friends, mostly to receive kind reassurance that I am not, in fact, Medea. But why are we so much more reluctant to share the stories about when we do something great?

Oh, summer, I miss you already. My Google calendar, so sparse in August, is now a pastel-hued collage of overlapping events. 

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I feel like I'm at the point where I can admit that I'm over pretending to be into unremarkable things my boys try to show me, especially unremarkable things that I've seen 48 times.

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All the recent media attention on the Taney Dragons, who practice just down the street from our house, gave me an opportunity to talk to my boys about the importance of humility.

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Musings of a Modern Balabusta

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