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The Red Rocks of Moab

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I’ve been back to Boston for a couple weeks but there are images from Utah that I’m carrying close through this cold and grey New England spring.  Not really images, more like colors: white snow, blue sky, and green trees…. And then there’s the red. We took a couple of…
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The Price of Admission

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I had to pull my  jaw off the floor reading the recent reports of parents and college admissions consultants gaming the system. Even though the college admissions process has never been 'fair,' the hacks these people created stooped to a whole new level. I should qualify this post…
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It's Okay if You Don't Discuss the Book

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The following article was originally published on NovelNetwork.com. I can’t tell you how many times I have heard the disparaging comment that book clubs drink more wine than talk about that book. I’ve visited many book clubs since the release of EDEN, and people who think…
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Competitive Parenting

No One Wins at the Game of Competitive Parenting (Trust Me, I Know)

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The following article was originally published on GrownandFlown.com. It's not like a gymnastics competition where the judges hold up scores at the end of a floor routine. It's not like you can "stick the landing" either. It’s not like the announcement comes over the PA system:…
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My Mother's Mittens

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My mother’s mittens are soft and worn, of black leather and insulated with red nylon and down fill. I wore these fifty-year-old mittens every day this past March and wondered what she would have thought of my extravagances: an EPIC pass in my pocket and accommodations just a short…
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Learning to Say Goodbye is an Overrated Skill

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The following article was originally published on GrownandFlown.com. I scoffed at the parents, briefcases in hand, dressed smartly, waving furiously and tearing up at the “Goodbye Window.” I donned an ensemble of sweats, maybe even the t-shirt I’d slept in, and a hat…
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