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Guilt of the Well-to-Do
“No comprendo.” That’s what I want to say as Lupe pauses from cleaning the kitchen to tell me about her weekend. But between my fractured Spanish and her broken English, I understand all too well.
Besides, the meaning of a finger slicing across a throat is universal.
Fighting tears, Lupe tells me that her relatives fell victim to an attempted carjacking on Saturday. Her sister-in-law screamed when their assailants tried to snatch her baby, and Lupe’s husband and father-in-law were knifed and badly beaten. Continue… »
By Lorrie GoldinMommy Guilt
Guilt. Mommy guilt. Daddy died guilt. Always the guilt.
Each morning at 6 AM, Julian, 2, calls out, “Ma Ma. Ma Ma? Ma Ma,” and the race begins.
Ugh! I shouldn’t have stayed up so late.
Four kids, like newly hatched spiders, crawl up my skin. They nip at my arms, my shoulders, my feet, and I want to flick them off. I want five minutes, just five freaking minutes to make my coffee, before I get them ready for school.
“Clothes on, hair brushed, then come to the table for breakfast,” I command, but they continue to swarm, completely ignoring my orders.
“Ewwwwwww!” Tatiana, 8, screams, as she holds her Hello Kitty toothbrush an inch from my swollen brown eyes.
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The Man in the Mirror
How Movies Put EVERYTHING into Perspective
Blood Diamond.
I stagger out of the movie theater with the newfound certainty that my life is pointless.
Why write blogs about my kids’ aggravating but endearing traits when African children are being snatched from their mothers’ arms and forced to commit unimaginable atrocities just to stay alive?
It seems indecent to obsess about SAT scores or worry about underage drinking in light of such horrors.
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