Housewifely

Posted by on Feb 21, 2011 in dish | 0 comments No school today (thanks, Presidents Washington and Lincoln!), so you know what that means…chore time! Days off like this come so infrequently that they often devolve into catch-up-on-errands free-for-alls. You know, compulsive counter wiping, or cooking, or laundrygasms. That sort of thing.Want to know a dirty secret? We kinda likes it, Precious. mimi rolls out of the house at 6:45 every...
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Happy Valentine’s Day

Posted by on Feb 14, 2011 in dish | 0 comments It’s de rigeur for those of us who write for women to also write something about the girly holiday of Valentine’s Day. Why girly, I hear you ask? Because most of the noise surrounding this day issues from men who are not only expected to show up with roses and dish out major bucks for a romantic dinner á deux, but also being guilted into buying jewelry or making other grandiose gestures to...
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The Evergreen Sweetness of the Magnolia Mother

Posted by on Jan 14, 2011 in dish | 0 comments Over at a far more serious website, the Wall Street Journal has posted an opinion piece entitled “Why Chinese Mothers are Superior” by Amy Chua, the Yale Law professor whose paen to Chinese-style parenting, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, has set off a depth charge of angst among the mom population. Chua posits that Western moms are far too permissive and don’t demand enough of their darling...
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Father Time, Baby New Year, and Mother Nature

Posted by on Jan 1, 2011 in dish | 0 comments If you survived the holidays intact, you’re probably in full resolution mode right now. Santa Claus has stepped aside for Father Time and Baby New Year. These two figures have more impact on our writers’ lives than we imagine.Take Father Time, for instance. Bowed and bearded, this old man reminds us of all the time we’ve spent the last year banging our heads over writer’s block, suffering...
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Happy Hours

Posted by on Dec 10, 2010 in dish | 0 comments One of the more unfortunate clichés brought on by the chick lit wave was that of the Girls’ Night Out–a raucous group of females pounding down the cosmos or lemon drops until one, or several of them, ended up either hooking up with Mr. Right Now or, more likely, throwing up into a bush, on their expensive shoes, or onto Mr. Right. Or some combination thereof. I can’t say I miss those days...
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