Honey

When I was 5-years-old, my BFF was Jennifer. She lived around the corner from me. Jennifer lived in a big, giant house. She had a pool and one of those kid-sized, convertible, ride-on electric cars. She had a queen-sized bed…

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Special Delivery

This is how I know I am old. Or not cool. Or lame. Or too safe. Or goodie goodie. Or anything but what I ever wanted to be. I was hanging out with some people (people 15 years younger than…

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Aiden’s Mom

Jason, the kids and I spent the weekend at Legoland with my mom. There’s just something about a Florida theme park in July. I can’t quite explain it. No wait, let me try. It was about 9,800 degrees Fahrenheit. We…

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An Open Letter to Myself

I’ve always hated the phrase “over the hill.” Even as a child, I remember reading those bad-joke greeting cards and seeing people open gag gifts filled with adult diapers and denture cream and thinking to myself, “Why is this funny?”…

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The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree has always been one of my son’s favorite books. It’s a story about a boy and a great big tree who share a special bond. But as the boy grows older and wants different things out of…

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Shit

“Shit, another one?” That was my first reaction on Friday when I heard about the shooting at a Santa Fe high school. I was not shocked. I was angry. Sad. Fed up. Pissed off. Devastated. Anxious. Heartbroken. Fearful. Frustrated. Hopeless.…

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Happy Hustler’s Day

When I was 15-years-old, my father dropped me off for my first day of work at Aunt Emmie’s Ice Cream Shoppe. Before I got out of the car he made one thing clear. I had to hustle. Dad: Don’t let…

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Sorry, Not Sorry

When I bump into someone, I say, “I’m sorry.” Even if that someone was technically the real bumper. If I interrupt a blowhard in one of my meetings, I apologize. Even though that blowhard was probably due for an interruption,…

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Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom

Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom, I don’t know if this is a true story. But in my mind it is very real. I believe one day years ago, I heard your daughter, Meredith, tell the world something you taught her. It…

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