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The Trip Story: Part 3

August 23, 2009

John Bear jumped out of bed at 7:00 am to feed Fiesta Dave’s meter. We’d parked in a haze of exhaustion.  After spending the entire day in New York City we hit a monstrous traffic jam on the way into Philadelphia. Between reading our iPhone maps and asking cab drivers which turn to take next […]

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“They Repeat.”

May 15, 2008

My best friend Mia mouthed this to me the other night while Benjamin and Sydney, her four year old daughter, were huddled beneath us eating cookies. I had been talking about another adult, someone everyone in the room knows and has contact with frequently. Bad mommy. And naive mommy. I may know a lot about […]

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Prince Charming can kiss my ass

May 14, 2008

Once upon a time, I was in love with my son’s father. At the beginning, he would make me breakfast every morning. He would hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We couldn’t get enough of each other. The sexy french accent didn’t help either. And when he told me it was […]

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