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September 19, 2021
Gentlemen's Academy

Somehow, I have become the mom sitting by the mirrors outside the men's dressing room, while the sons try on jackets, pants, shirts, and vests to wear to Homecoming. More importantly, these guys have become tall enough, broad enough, and particular enough to wear clothes that require a tape measure for specificity and fit. (We […]

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July 25, 2021
Forty-Two

I have turned forty-two.  And so far, my senses are on hyperbolic overload with all that forty-two has already shown herself to be. Forty-two sounded like, "Good morning, my darling… Alexa, play." And then forty-two sounded like Peter dancing me around the living room to the song, "And I Love You So" while I was […]

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June 21, 2021
Even When He Doesn't: A Piece with Ann Voskamp

My husband (Peter) and I have two vastly different stories of faith miracles. He begged and pleaded with God from a desperate place in a jail cell, and God told him yes. The miracle is that he was set free. I begged and pleaded with God from a desperate place on my bedroom floor as […]

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May 28, 2021
1,826 Days: What Do I Know Now

I read somewhere, the only difference between a first marriage and a second is this: the second time, you know it's a gamble.  You know that you just don't know. In my years of being single again, I spent a lot of time wondering. What if I ever get married again? What would be different? […]

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April 15, 2021
Sexy at Sixty: Macabre and The Baltimore Orioles

Peter turned sixty yesterday, and one day in, he keeps discussing his "advanced age." Every time I enter the room, he reminds me he's still alive and he hasn't broken a hip yet. He had a slight coughing fit that has him convinced he has tuberculosis. Like you do, as soon as you turn sixty, […]

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September 22, 2020
"I've Seen Better Legs on a Table"

I am forty-one years old.  That happened this summer. I am solid in my emotional convictions about birthdays (love them) but also odd numbers (hate them), but forty-one seems to be here for a while longer, and we are becoming friends. Since I am the age that I am, I feel old enough to finally […]

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September 19, 2020
Today, I Said Thank You.

Today, I said thank you to the Starbucks barista who made my Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew, even though she is complicit in my addiction.  I won't press charges as long as she keeps making that goodness that unabashedly defines autumn for my soul. Today, I said thank you to my dad, who gave me a […]

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April 23, 2020
Ranch Dressing and Orgasms

"Mom, did you know they make ranch dressing seasoning?" one son says. "I feel like she bought that already," says the other son. "No, not the dressing mix. It's in a shaker. Like parmesan cheese," says one son. "I had a bad experience with ranch dressing," says the other son. "What was it?" "Uncle Rob […]

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April 10, 2020
Cheezits Communion

Every night, we have ice cream at 8:00.  And some evenings, we have it at other times, because it's 8:00 somewhere.  We are living it up in our locked up condition. Last night, before our evening constitution, Peter brought us all together at the dining room table.  There were four cups of fruit punch and […]

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February 28, 2020
A Dog, A Commercial, and My Imaginary Friends

Peter's talent agent booked him for his next gig. "Pete, let's have the wife come along this time - oh, and that darling dog whom everyone loves. Bring the wife and the dog. The client would like to have all of you in the commercial." It's an anti-vaping campaign, and Sam was basically the star […]

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January 28, 2020
The Rules of Being a Stage Mom

There are rules to this gig of Stage Mom. I'm a babe in the woods, learning as I go. For starters, Actors rehearse. Athletes practice. Ne'er shall the two be confused nor interchanged, except when I get it wrong. The only thing worse than when I accidentally call Tyler's rehearsal a "practice" is when I […]

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November 29, 2019
Ice Storms and Lemon Pies

When your husband helps a man get his car out of the snow, and the man can’t speak English because he’s new to the United States, but he thought his tires would be okay because he had never seen snow before, And then when the guy finds where you live and rings your doorbell to […]

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November 21, 2019
You're Invitied to the Tattered Cover This Saturday!

If you're in the Denver area this weekend, I'd love to see you on Saturday as The Tattered Cover at Aspen Grove hosts the first reading and signing of Just. You. Wait. If you don't have a book, you can get one. If you do have a book, I'd love to doodle in your margins. […]

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September 19, 2019
Balls, Strikes, and Courage

Just when I thought I knew my role as Baseball Mom, my boys changed their position on the field. They're umpires now. Baseball officials. They make the calls for Little League Games - the littlest of the leagues. Little tiny doll-size players who are eye level with Tucker's belt buckle. A catcher so small and so […]

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August 30, 2019
The Great Wrigley Test

"So, Tricia, do you love baseball?" People ask me this question often, and I have a standard true answer: "I love Peter, and I like to be where he is." Given a free evening and some extra cash, he's usually at the baseball diamond. So, if you're in Chicago and you love baseball, you should […]

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August 25, 2019
Chicago Hot Dogs and Audio Books

I am both horrified and mortified to tell you this, but it is true. I gained ten pounds in Chicago last week. One week.  Ten pounds.  This is not an exaggeration, and it is not even an estimation. It is exact and precise and appalling. Ten pounds. You see, I was in Chicago. And Chicago […]

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July 26, 2019
A Brand New, Shiny and Sparkly Decade

Last year at this time, all I really wanted in the world was to turn Forty.  You guys, I am here to tell you: dreams do come true.  Forty is my new favorite thing. And I just knew it would be. I've given this some thought, and here's the thing.  Your twenties are about exploration, […]

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June 29, 2019
You guys. The Night Stand was WET.

So. Here's the scene. It was finally time for Tucker to go to camp. And by "finally," I mean that Tyler was two days in and Tucker was supposed to be there, but his baseball team just kept winning. We're talking two weeks post season, stretching nearly into July and a World Series for thirteen-year-olds. […]

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June 16, 2019
Two Boys, Two Bikes, Two Dads

Sometimes it’s fitting to revisit the best truths. Today seems like a day for the best and the truths. This story is three years old, and it still holds my entire heart. * * * * Tyler learned to ride his bike this week.  I thought he already knew how.  I thought we did this […]

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May 9, 2019
Sam the Friendship Dog

“Is he a police dog?” “No, he’s a friendship dog.” “Why is he here?” “We brought him to your school to see if anybody would like to pet him. Maybe somebody needs a friend today.” “I do. I need a friend.” “Then Sam is here to see you.” We brought our pal Sam to some […]

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