When my son Finn wants to go to the pool he will point at a swimsuit. It doesn’t have to be his swimsuit. It could be mine, or his sister’s, or even a just beach towel left by the door. Without the benefit of language typical of boys his age — 14 going on 15 — Finn still makes his wants known. And he wants to go swimming.
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The Washington Post: Mother’s Day, from a distance
The computer is open and there is Finn, sitting in a long-sleeve blue top and shorts. His shirt glows Yves Klein blue through the screen of Skype. We wave. We sing to him. But Finn is more detached during this call, I notice, more apt to look out the window.
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If you were to see me in the Target parking lot near my home in Massachusetts with my blue Subaru Outback and my two school-aged kids, you'd probably never guess that I had an unconventional upbringing...
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A mother is suing after she and her daughter are kicked off their flight home. It could have just as easily been me.
Read MoreReal Simple: The First Time I Mortified My Daughter
Ours is a family that celebrates the silly and praises spontaneous dancing and singing. At dinner we’re allowed to leave the table for only two reasons: (1) to go to the bathroom or (2) to rock out if we are moved to do so.
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