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Particle Man

By: Ann Brown

Robin and I are sleeping apart.

It’s not the first time in thirty years of marriage that he has retreated to the downstairs couch and it probably won’t be the last. We’ve been here before. There was the time he spent three hundred dollars on a wood chipper when we had a specific agreement that neither one of us can spend more than two hundred dollars without discussing it with the...

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Urban Family: What Would Wade Do?

By: Ann Brown

white people and black people becoming friends

I ran into my African American friend today.

You know Wade? Yeah, he’s African American. I have an African American friend. A real one, too, not some African American person I recognize because we go to the same bank or dentist or something. Wade comes to my house and everything. He has even been here when I’m not home.

Okay, that’s not true, but I wanted to stress that we are so...

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Hell No, We Won’t Go. Unless we Can Drive There.

By: Ann Brown

Portland mom writes about the days of being a hippy, protesting and doing lot’s of drugs.

I miss the Vietnam War.

Well, I miss the protests, I mean.

I miss the anger and the energy I had and also I miss the embroidered Mexican peasant blouses I used to wear to the protests. Man, Protest Couture was rippin’ in the 60’s. Embroidered jeans, embroidered blouses, sandals, braids, leather...

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Bike Ride

By: Danny Thomas

Today we went for a bike ride…
We left the house at about 9:30 am.
The children’s interest in breakfast was nominal…
As was my interest in engaging in a battle over sitting at the table and eating…
So knowing that we had a long, car-less day ahead of us, I undertook a previously talked about and anticipated loooong bike ride to a particular park that we drive past often – but that...

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Looking For Things

By: Tanya Ward Goodman

I’ve been looking for things. I’ve been looking for a car for my mom. A sweatshirt for my kid. I’ve been looking for a recipe for ice cream and a pair of flat-soled sandals. I’ve looked for dog sitters and low interest loans. Just for kicks, I looked for a lakeside cabin and a room at the Four Seasons.

When I sit down in front of the computer, I have the whole world at...

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Of Dead Bunnies, Facebook and Nazis. Again.

By: Ann Brown

So I was listening to NPR the other day and I heard something that made me think.

Generally, it’s not a good idea for me to listen to something that makes me think while I am driving because it is getting more and more difficult to focus on any one thing at a time, and if I have to choose between paying attention to the road and, say, eating, pouring EmergenC powder into my bottle...

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Fly Away

By: Tanya Ward Goodman

For the first time ever, my husband and I boarded a plane without our children. Our luggage consisted of a single rolling bag. Our needs were so meager that we didn’t even have to sit on the lid of the suitcase to zip it shut. We both carried novels. We packed three (yes, three) back issues of The New Yorker.

Here’s what we didn’t pack: booster seats, DVDs of Scooby...

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Road Trip 2010: Tale #1 -In Which Robin Inadvertently Makes An Untoward Advance And We Leave Town Quickly

By: Ann Brown

The first argument of the trip was about whistling.

Robin whistled along to the Bob Marley CD, tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel and, every few measures, on my leg. I smiled at him and joined in on the whistling. Now, you know me; I don’t indulge in insincere gratuitous self-congratulation, preferring, instead, to indulge in insincere gratuitous self-deprecation but I must...

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Small Town Cure

By: Tanya Ward Goodman

In the last few weeks, I have felt like my nerves were pushing to the surface of my skin, shooting up quick as bean plants breaking the soil. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine these tender sprouts grazed by the world around me. Sounds have been louder, sensations more intense. I forget what I’m saying mid-sentence and things — my keys, my mail, the dog’s leash – go...

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Family Dinners

By: Amy Forstadt

Once upon a time, a long time ago, my kid went to bed promptly at 7:30. I would then whip up something delicious (yet easy!) and John and I would have a quiet dinner together, usually by 8, often in front of the TV (shut up). In this magical time, my child was just an itty bitty baby and/or beginning toddler, and had no concept of us all eating together. Or fighting bedtime, for...

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You Are Not Alone

By: Tanya Ward Goodman

This morning, in my yoga class, while attempting to transition from Crow pose into headstand, I fell right on my head.  My neck made a terrible cracking sound and for a moment, I was stuck upside down against the wall, my legs flailing in the air.  When I managed to right myself, the room was silent and my teacher was rushing toward me, her wide eyes even wider than usual.

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Gore No More

By: Ann Brown

Wait, what?  Tipper and Al are calling it quits? I give up.

Tipper and Al can’t make a go of it. We are all fucked.

And after forty years. I don’t get it. If you’ve made it forty years, why the hell just not finish the ride?

Robin and I will celebrate our 30th anniversary this summer. And by “celebrate”, I mean, we will make all sorts of fabulous plans, cancel them, agree to use the...

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