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Mistaken identity

Yesterday, under the weight of much duress, Lydia was cleaning up her bedroom while Helena and I were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and chatting. After she’d been in there for some time, we heard a plaintive call from her direction — “Mom, come …” — then, close on its heels, a more… Read More Mistaken identity

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All on my own

I was having coffee with a group of girlfriends last week, and one of them said to me that she’d been thinking about “alone time” and whether I ever got any.? She said she figured it must be pretty rare with this houseful of kids I’ve got, and I suppose she’s mostly right? Usually I… Read More All on my own

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Rub-a-dub-dub

After five long years, we finally have a full-size bathtub, and the kids are loving it. For the time being we have to fill it from the shower and drain it with a hose duct-taped to the underside, but those are minor enough issues. The big problem is that our current water heater is far… Read More Rub-a-dub-dub

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Gourmet cooking

Olof and Lydia just spent a couple of hours making beef in wine sauce, diligently peeling and chopping, slicing and dicing, seasoning and frying, and ultimately serving up an impressive meal. Then they got to work on a pot of minestrone, and all the while I sat on the couch leafing through the new fall… Read More Gourmet cooking