Little Friend smiled sweetly at the stewardess who brought over a pair of plastic wings. “Say thank you, “ I prompted. Little Friend signed “thank you,” looking like she was…
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The Need for the Perfect Soap For the first couple of months of Little Friend’s life, I found myself giving in frequently to the uncontrollable urge to bury my nose…
Now here’s a problem I want in my life: Four pints of raspberries. Warm to the touch from the sun they drank through the spiky umbilical cords of their mother…
Can I beg you to close your eyes and give Udipi Cafe a try? I say close your eyes, but not because I have kids’ party games of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey on…
I love things that make my life easier. Wet hair pulled back in a pony tail. Paper plates in a pinch. The lady who offers to return my shopping cart…
It’s hard, real hard, to get “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can” unstuck from my brain. That stupid little sing-song phrase ranks right up…