Lately I feel like my life consists of piles. On the ledge next to the staircase: triaged mail. Thank you notes to write, bills to pay, correspondence that needs attention. On the kitchen counter: child art work. The preschool apple unit, the bear unit, the pumpkin unit. Worksheets with handwriting practice. The number 1, the [...]
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On Sunday afternoon, I bought myself 60 minutes of Freedom. I clicked on a small icon on my desktop – a clock with a shield in front of it. A pop-up window appeared and asked, as if it were the simplest matter in the world: How many minutes of freedom would you like? Hmm, I [...]
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I am bad at waiting. And there’s good reason for that, I think. Indeed, there is a way in which my whole pre-parenting life was an exercise in gaining independence and then control over my life. I followed my parents’ rules and my teachers’ directions. I studied hard and got the job I wanted. I [...]
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I see her every time I run. While on the homestretch of my workout, I see the woman on the bike approaching from the other direction. Sometimes I even hear her before I see her, the sound of her slender wheels cutting through the water on the trail announcing her approach. Her chin-length hair curls [...]
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