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Some people remember where they were when they heard Kennedy was shot. Others remember where they were when they watched the moon landing. I remember where I was when I first realized Bill Clinton was lying about his sex life: Falls Church, Virginia, on the balcony of my friend Erik's apartment.
 
My daughter and...

Steve Burns is the entertainer of children, comrade of the blue dog, the mellow, calming voice, coming from the video machine as I make dinner, make phone calls, breathe. He is my sometimes 15 minute passport to freedom and my kids like him almost as much as I do.
 
But wait, it gets better Steve...

They are down. I tiptoe past their doors barely breathing, listening for a sound. Please save your applause, my two boys (3 months old and 2 years old) are sound asleep AND at the same time, no less. With extra bounce, called glee, relief, freedom call it what you like, I fly down the stairs open the front door and place my...

I have this Second child growing in my belly.
 
While pregnant with my First, I dreamed of a little fat baby boy laughing with me, of sunsets and rainbows, and walking hand-in-hand with my husband. But I now have nightmares. I can’t remember the details of these dreams exactly, just waking up a little scared and...

One summer night in 2010 a friend invited me to check out the London Antifolk Festival. Standing around a dark, damp Soho bar I had a notion of what we would be seeing. But late in the evening a band called Lucy's Diary took the stage, and the crowd erupted. The evening went from sedate to boisterous with just one stroke...

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