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I finally had to break down and admit that my father’s obsessive mastication habit had just gotten out of control; I took him to his first Masticators Anonymous meeting earlier this week. It’s mortifying, of course, to be discussing something like this pub... More »
January 1. Today, on the first day of a new year, a brand-new, unsullied year, I wondered: what’s the real meaning of being a mommy? Does it mean that you’ve passed from one state of being—that of not being a mommy—to the next, in this case, to t... More »
TV commercials were always somewhat annoying, but never terrifying. They showed attractive young people at parties, drinking beer, gulping soft drinks, and singing the catchy ditties that separated one brand from another. The party-goers were obviously having ... More »