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Simple country woman loses it over roosters

Simple country woman loses it over roosters

Before I lived on a farm, I didn’t know anything about chickens. My knowledge of chickens was limited to cartoons, which meant I thought chickens sat happily in a hen house laying eggs all day while a giant protective rooster roamed the area fending off crafty foxes and uttering things like, “I say, I say, Boy, you’re about as sharp as a bowling ball…” It turns out, like most creatures, chickens are more complex than they appear. Their personalities vary…

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What to do when you have a loose neighbor

What to do when you have a loose neighbor

There are many things I love about living way out in the middle of nowhere — the quiet, the sunsets, the wild life and all the other cliches that make up a good country song. But the best part about living in the country is that you can be as freaky as you want to be and no one will see you.  You can garden naked. You can run around your yard screaming. You can create a giant statue of…

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Hey Mom, taste this…

Hey Mom, taste this…

I do all the cooking in our house. It’s just worked out that way. Sure, Bill can cook. He’s a great cook, but a Bill meal is ready about 9:00 p.m. after he’s properly marinated things, simmered things and run out to the store several times to get a few more things. “Oh, this would be so great with leeks!” And then Bill disappears while the kids and I collapse on the ground weak from starvation. A Holly meal, on…

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Attack of the killer moon jellyfish

Attack of the killer moon jellyfish

On the last day of our Florida vacation, I decided to take the kids snorkeling on a coral reef in the keys. I spent my childhood hovering over sea life with a plastic tube shoved in my mouth while my back bubbled in the sun and I wanted to give my kids that same experience. Buck and Emerson snorkeled once in Hawaii, but August has never snorkeled and he wasn’t exactly thrilled to try it. So all the way down…

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You can’t go home again… or can you?

You can’t go home again… or can you?

I’ve often wondered about the title of Thomas Wolfe’s book. I mean, can you go home again? Thomas Wolfe doesn’t think you can, but me, I don’t know. I think it’s possible, in some ways, to go back to your childhood. I’m in Miami right now with my kids on our semi-annual visit to the land of grandparents. As soon as I walk out of the airport and into the blinding wet heat of Miami, everything feels so familiar. The muggy…

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My children interpret pop music

My children interpret pop music

In the summer, it seems like my kids and I are constantly in the car together… going to the pool, to the library, to the grocery, to the dentist, to Jiffy Lube, back to the grocery because I forgot tampons — you name it, we’re crammed together with the a.c. blasting and the radio on. And I lOVE listening to the radio.  I love listening to what’s popular and current because I am way cool, so much cooler than my Mazda…

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I solve the race issue

I solve the race issue

I’ve been thinking a lot about race since the shootings. Not the shootings in the movie theater. Not the shootings of the military people. I’m talking three shootings ago, the ones in South Carolina. You know in America where the shootings fall like rain, you have to be really specific. As my kids and I watched Obama sing Amazing Grace, I cried. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about those African American people getting killed at their Bible study…

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Waiting for a hot dog behind Abraham Lincoln

Waiting for a hot dog behind Abraham Lincoln

For no real reason other than morbid curiosity, I decided to take my kids to a Civil War reenactment yesterday. Before we left the house I thought I should try to explain the Civil War to them so they’d have a better understanding of what they were about to see. This meant I had to explain slavery, which is something I’ve been avoiding doing up until now. It’s like saying, “Have you been having a nice childhood so far? Great….

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7-Eleven’s free slurpee day — a truly nauseating experience

7-Eleven’s free slurpee day — a truly nauseating experience

Sometimes as a parent, I just get so sick of parenting. I don’t mean the caring part of parenting, like giving someone a hug. I mean the responsible part of parenting. Always being the voice of reason.  Always seeing the big picture. Always saying no. Sometimes you just want to be reckless. And that’s why last Saturday, when 7-Eleven had it’s annual free slurpee day (July 11th), my kids and I went to not one, not two, not three, but…

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There are kids everywhere, all the time

There are kids everywhere, all the time

It’s become almost impossible to write. It’s not that I don’t want to write. It’s not that I don’t have things to say (regardless of how trivial). It’s not that my incessant need to be heard has diminished. It’s that my children are here, staring at me, all the time. They are staring at me right now, as I write this. No school. No camp. They had a couple of camps in June, but July and August are camp-less. They…

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