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Every night I come upstairs and check on the girls. Sometimes, I go into Big Girl’s room first. Sometimes, I stop in Little Girl’s room first. Big Girl usually needs to be untangled from her bedding. I smooth her hair and give her a kiss. Little Girl usually needs to be covered up. Sometimes, I […]

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Parent as a CEO

There are plenty of CEOs out there who also happen to be parents. I wonder which job they think is harder: being a parent or being an executive. I’d be willing to bet it’s most would say being a parent — hands down. As parents, we are in total control. There’s no executive board to […]

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Yes, Kids CAN Be Too Happy

When my kid has issues, I am the first one to admit it: It’s probably my fault. Whether it’s due to genetics (we’ve got anxiety and depression on both family trees) or parenting skills, it’s still my fault or my husband’s. And now a story in The Atlantic Monthly confirms it. The story — How […]

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A long time ago something bad happened to me when I was sleeping over at someone’s house. I didn’t talk about it until I was 16. I’ve never really told anyone except a therapist exactly what happened, but it is part of the reason I am fearful and anxious. It’s part of the reason I […]

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Last night I went to spin class and the teacher played an entire set of Billy Joel songs. Aside from loving it and wanting to sing along, it also reminded me of a stupid mistake I made when I first gave birth. Billy Joel was playing Shea Stadium — concerts that were being billed as […]

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Before Big Girl was born I questioned my parenting potential. I spent months, actually, discussing this very topic with a therapist. Would I be a good parent? Would I screw up any child I had because I was, well, a little screwed up? I agonized over it. And yet when she was born, I wondered […]

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Like Me But Not Me

I am a damaged person. Strong, willful, smart, successful, caring, understanding — all of the above. But also damaged. My father died on a Wednesday. I was sitting under the bed when a business associate confirmed he was dead. The adults in my life decided to keep that fact from me for a few days. […]

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