Suburban Turmoil

Let's work it out

A young woman dressed in stylish new workout gear saunters over to a row of exercise machines and waves hello to her friend, who is jogging on a treadmill.

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Monkey butt

As I navigated my son’s stroller through the press of holiday shoppers a few weeks ago, I could hear the high-pitched shrieks of a small boy in the midst of one very loud tantrum.

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Bad Santa

“OK Punky, it’s time!” I kneel down beside my 4-year-old daughter, who is freshly scrubbed, beribboned and dressed in her holiday best.

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A holiday to remember

“A girl starts walkin’, guys start gawkin’, sits down next to you and starts talkin’!” I’m rapping into a microphone before an audience consisting of my pa

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Good housekeeping

Growing up in a museum isn’t easy.

Oh, on the surface it seems exciting, particularly if you read that book that spawned a thousand juvenile fantasies, “From the Mixed Up Files

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Turkey tradition

Thanksgiving has never been my cup of cider.
 

As a kid, it meant putting on the mom-ordained outfit of scratchy wool shorts, argyle knee socks, penny loafers and a

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The PIRCS of parenthood

I’m following my 4-year-old daughter on a nature trail at the park when a woman pushes past me, stepping on my toe.

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Dads. Who needs ’em?

I learned something interesting this week:

Men are becoming obsolete.

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Trick or treat?

Each Halloween, I find I’m better at handling little monsters than I was the year before.

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What I did for love

I wouldn’t call it my favorite way to spend a Wednesday afternoon. I’m lying on an examining table with my feet in stirrups and a sheet over my lap.