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from Susan Narjala
This Middle Part of Childhood is Just as Good
Hey kids,
I love where you’re at right now.
Like, right this moment.
No, it’s not because both of you are tucked in bed, the sweetness of sleep wrapping you up like a down comforter.
It just quietly dawned on me that this stage in your lives is incredibly fun. In a few months, one of you will be ...
Ready to Hit Reset on 2020?
The first six months of 2020 have sneaked past us. Six months of circumstances that no one saw coming. Six months where we faced fear, uncertainty, loss, and anxiety that the coronavirus and the glorious mess of regular life brought to our tables.
And now we stand at the halfway point of the year that we ...
9 Ways to Create the Best Father’s Day for Your Man
It has an uncanny knack of sneaking up on you. Like heartburn after biriyani. Father’s Day seems to pop up before you’re even done recovering Mother’s Day “brunch” (i.e. toast and OJ in bed courtesy chefs under four foot high).
Wives and kids everywhere are scrambling for last-minute gifts. Will dad end up with another well-intentioned tie?
Or ...
Confessions of a Chronic Complainer
When the editors at a website to which I contribute posted a ‘Month of No Complaining’ challenge, I signed up without missing a beat.
After all, I’m a grateful person, I thought. I’m not a compulsive complainer, I thought. It can’t be THAT hard, I thought.
After completing a month of the experiment, let’s just say there was ...
Do You Phub God?
When it comes to organizing my life, I am decidedly (and frustratingly) old school. My husband has (almost) given up convincing me that Google calendars are the way to go. I usually give digital diaries a non-committal shot for a week or two and then revert to my trusty spiral-ring planner.
When it comes to spending ...
We Can’t Look The Other Way
He had his in hands in his pockets.
That usually signifies the casual, the nonchalant, the carefree.
That doesn’t usually signify hate, crime, or murder.
And yet while the police officer pinned George Floyd down with his knee bearing down on his neck, he casually put his hands in his pockets. Like he was taking a stroll. Like ...
While You Wait
It happens like clockwork. Every three weeks my dear husband hits pause on all plans and ensures that he gets a haircut. He leaves home for an hour and springs back looking like an Indian Jason Bourne (Are rose-tinted glasses still allowed after 15 years of marriage? I’m giving myself a pass).
But, then, like much ...
Which Song Captures Your Legacy?
You know that little curvy arrow on your browser menu that refreshes your webpage? It’s a button I’m intimately familiar with.
Every time I post an article on my website or on social media, I obsessively hit that button to track my readership and views and likes and subscriptions. When new numbers pop up, it gives ...
Motherhood – The Freedom of Not Being Enough
There was a time when I would grab my son’s soft baby feet and squish them and smush them and foist way too many kisses on them. Yeah, that was before said feet started to resemble... hooves. About a decade later, forget squishing his feet, I wouldn’t touch them with a barge pole. (Sorry, kid, ...
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