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  • Love You, Dad

    There are certain childhood memories that you take and exaggerate with each re-telling, until one day you genuinely believe that blown-up version you have created is the way it really was. Some—namely, my mother—would argue that is the case with each of my blogs. I assure you it is not. But I will admit that the events of one particular November day (or maybe it was March) in 1999, when I was 13...
  • Scaring the 'Boo' Out of Me

    I came downstairs last Friday to find three diapers and a note waiting for me on the living room chair. I was at my parents’ house in Maryland for the weekend and my brother, 13-year-old cousin and I had decided to make the two-hour trip to Pennhurst Asylum, an old mental institution turned haunted house. My mom knew the Huggies would be necessary for when we inevitably lost control of our...
  • Forget the Cheese Plate—Book Julia Roberts

    I used to be obsessed with Julia Roberts. This wasn’t a restraining-order level of obsession and there was no real stalking involved—mainly because I was 13 at the time and could not drive a car—but let’s just say I was intrigued with America’s Sweetheart. So much so that in the space of two years, I accumulated nearly 30 magazines in which Julia graced the cover, read her biography...
  • When Baby Wipes Won't Cut It

    I used to have a strange fascination with the car wash. It seems weird, but so does my childhood dream of owning a balloon, bike and gun shop, so it’s easier to not ask questions. I just know I really enjoyed going to that car wash next to the snowball stand. What I remember most is going through in my mom’s Oldsmobile, which, as the name suggests, was quite old. So old, in fact, that water used...

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