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The Tribe

Their tribe is chipped blue nail polish and the sounds of boyhood warfare, of Elsa chasing in the game, swirling past the playground with wig gone and buzz cut showing. Of lips pursed for lip gloss, blush brushes swept across faces in appreciative imitation. I worked hard on my mom tribe, and as it grew […]

Mom friends – it will happen

At our community’s playground last week I sat with a neighbor hearing the ridiculously funny story about her trying to be cool while waiting for her son and accidentally standing in a pile of ants. Screaming “Son of a monkey!” apparently didn’t do her any credit to her social status where she already felt alienated […]