What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About–a review and other things

About a month ago, I read what was perhaps one of the most brave, honest and poignant books of the year called What My Mother and I Don't Talk About edited by Michele Filgate. The title is long, but attractive to me nonetheless. And true to its form, it's a collection of stories from a …

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Book Review: Anne Frank–the Diary of a Young Girl

On the many ways in which I felt connected to AnneIf there’s ever a book that is more depressing and yet lively, filled with the fluidity of human emotion, it would be The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I first read this book many, many years ago in high school—when you’re learning …

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Screen time, breaks, and everything in between

Hey! I'm poking my head in here to say that I'm still around. Its been a little quiet here in the past few weeks because...well, I kind of needed to be after talking about death.  Such a deep subject that I had no experience in talking to children about but personal experience with--well, that requires …

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Sundays with Grandma, or a tale about a toddler who accepts bribes

My mother is a devout Catholic. This fact has not changed since I was born. What has changed is the fact that I am no longer a devout Catholic. This fact, by itself, poses a threat to my mother. It’s one of the many things that we disagree about—why I don’t go to church, and …

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