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This weeks Tuesday’s with Dorie recipe is “Word Peace Cookies.”
They are quite delicious, no matter what my son with the unsophisticated tastes says. He thought they were “too salty.” But then again, he doesn’t like guacamole or grilled cheese. He’s a weirdo.

Poo on him!
And on my boss who [...]

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This is my baby:

He’s four.
OKAY. OKAY! I know he’s not. He’s 15, exactly the age on his Learner’s Permit. Yes, my skinny chicken-legged child who has vomitted twice on my feet, who had night terrors for years, whose dad used to hold in one hand, football style, can now legally drive [...]

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Driving Tay to school this morning I asked him what kind of cake he would like for his birthday.
Ever terse in the morning, he said:
I. DON’T. LIKE. CAKE.
Okay, weirdo boy, is there another dessert you would like for your birthday?
“Cupcakes.”

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Last night Taylor and I went on a walk. Well, I was walking; he was skateboarding next to me and I asked him, “Why did you want a skateboard?”
Taylor: “Bored”
Me: “Well, what about homework? And chores? And spending time with your loving Mama?”
Taylor: “Um, that’s what I’m doing right now.”
Me: [...]

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One day the high school secretary called me at work. “Taylor is sick. He’s lying in the hall and can’t get up.”
OMG. My teenager is so ill he can’t get up? He’s a freshman, lying IN THE HALLWAY at school? He must be REALLY, REALLY SICK. [...]

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Taylor’s hardest class is Biology; his teacher has high expectations and it’s nice to see Taylor work hard to do well. (He just got his first grade report in high school-seven “A’s” and one “B,” in Biology, of course!)
His first Biology project of the year is about bugs. He has [...]

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This has been a busy week, especially for Reagan, who has had cheerleading, declamation, basketball practice, chorus and a meeting for her upcoming middle school D.C. trip.
Speaking of chorus, last night Reagan told me, “I’m a soprano but want to be an alto and Maggie is an alto and wants to be a [...]

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Last night my son asked me, “What do you have to do to ride a motorcycle?”
Shit!
“Umm.. take safety classes, pass a test, wear a helmet. Wait for your mother to die. And even then my moldy rotting corpse will haunt you.”

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Everyone in my family seems on edge. I don’t know if it’s just that time of year-end of summer vacation-or all the changes that are happening.
Chris started a new job (Yay!) with long hours (Boo!).
Taylor started high school today. (Yay! Sob!)
Reagan has her first “boyfriend.” (Okay, they talk on the phone [...]

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Over the weekend I took my fourteen-year-old son, Taylor, shopping for school clothes. Walking in to Old Navy he says, “I only want black t-shirts this year. It’ll make getting ready in the morning easier.”
What?
The kid wears the same thing everyday, come winter, spring, summer or fall, a pair of jeans, tennis shoes [...]

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