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William Morrow
(2017-04-04)
400 pages
ISBN: 978-0062499950

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Damn It, Janet!

December 8, 2010 by Ellen Herrick

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There is a distinctly cyclical nature to my days these days.  I am a creature of routine, if not habit, and while I welcome the safety that comes with the “set list” of my life, I find myself saddened by the turn it has taken.  Oh sure, there is the natural line that stretches from my own school days to those of my children, and now to the swift shift my oldest takes as he prepares to graduate from college and go to work (read, find a damn job).  Of the three, he is the least likely, in temperament, to return home; he couldn’t wait to shake the Mom dust from his heels.  And Thing Two?  He has surprised me with his eagerness to find his own way, perhaps because he has always seemed so, oh I don’t know, cozy.  As for Emma, I can practically hear the sproing as she grows up and away.  And this is all fine.

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Filed Under: aging parent, children Tagged With: aging parents, children, cyclical, melancholy

Riding in Cars with Boys

April 15, 2010 by Ellen Herrick

In the mornings, after everyone has gone to school, I make my way through the house.  I pick clothes up off the floor, stack notebooks, flush toilets and yes, make beds.  Now, while it’s true that my children make their own beds, I remake them.  I wonder if, when they are in their rooms at the end of the day, they look at their beds and marvel at how the duvets are smooth and unruffled, the pillows piled just so. Do they think, damn, I make a fine bed?  Do they silently thank me for my controlling ways?  Probably not.

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Filed Under: children, grateful, London Tagged With: giving in, grateful, laughter, melancholy, silence

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