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The Daunting Recovery of The Jersey Shore

November 1, 2012

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First things first. I am OK. My family is OK. We are out of power. The extent of our damage: A bag of raviolis perished in my melting freezer, my fence hinges blew off and Halloween was postponed until Monday.  Probably the saddest piece of all this was my three-year-old daughter’s response: “Mommy, I’m afraid [...]

Stay-At-Home Moms, The Real Domestic Slave?

May 29, 2012

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  (Image: Goin Art) Last week a Gallup analysis of 60,000 women reported that stay-at-home moms had significantly more worry, more depression, more sadness and more stress than working moms. While numbers can barely point an emotional picture of anyone’s life–isn’t it that one day we’re feeling happier than other days?–the challenges of motherhood, whether [...]

Dysfunctional Family: 101

January 25, 2012

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Sexual Harassment & Abuse Part 2: Penn State Scandal

November 12, 2011

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UPDATE: Miri delves into the psychological perspective of why nothing was done for a decade in Penn State. Yesterday I wrote about the new stats about sexual harassment in schools, but since I posted that story, I can’t help but think of the connection to the Penn State scandal where nine children (and counting) were [...]

Girls Trip: I Need A Shaman Not A Therapist

October 21, 2011

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My girlfriends and I are going on our annual girls trip. This year for our 40th birthdays: indulgence. We’ve been dreaming of going to Santa Fe just the four of us for years to a spa in the Santa Fe mountains just outside of town. The girls weekend is always pretty low key, food, hot tubs, [...]

Can You Meet The Ambulance?

August 9, 2011

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On Friday afternoon I got a phone call you don’t want to get. Ever. From the police, from my son’s phone, from the site of an accident. Was he okay? Was he okay? I repeated that over and over as I searched for my keys. The officer wanted to know if  I could meet the [...]

Some Days Are Just Like That

July 8, 2011

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In Judith Viorst’s “Alexander’s Horrible No Good Very Bad Day,” Alexander wakes up with gum in his hair. I did not wake up with gum in my hair. I woke up with every intention of a breezy summer day’s visit with my friend Larisse who had come all the way from Vancouver, BC. When loved [...]