As a teenager driver, I not only believed in tailgating, but I saw it as a duty to fellow speeders everywhere. I had places to go, and I had people in my way. People who paid for their speed limit adherence. Now, I was a masterful tailgater who used two feet to break and gas [...]
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Dear Mom and Dad, Don’t Read This. Love, Your (Once-Teenage) Daughter Am I the only adult who, as a teenager, snuck out of the house, made out with boys and worked on getting high as hard as I worked on Advanced Placement Calculus? I read post after post of parents who are so shocked that [...]
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I was having an odd day. I couldn’t quite place my finger on why. So I stopped by a cemetery. Cemeteries are peaceful. I don’t need to buy a coffee to justify my existence, and no one to worries question my quiet introspection. The first time that I remember entering a cemetery was 1986. I [...]
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Before you run to the comments, you should know that Halloween is a time-honored tradition in our home. I only missed one year of dressing up in the last thirty-two, and it was the year we gave out so much candy I had to make a second trip to CVS. (Because what is Halloween without [...]
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I spent the day with my mom and sister. We shopped and ate and got manicures. The wedding ring on my finger and the voicemail filled with screaming children were the only reminders that I wasn’t the hippie teenager alternating between being Alex and being annoying. (Because ALEX is never annoying. Except when I refer [...]
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I like kids. I was a camp counselor for years. I planned to be a pediatrician. I’m fairly immature myself. But then I had children. And I love mine. But I started loving everyone else’s a little less. I didn’t ooh and aah as much. It’s now more of a oh that’s another baby nod. [...]
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