“What the hell did you do?” my wife asked me. She gave me that look. I’ve heard that question enough times to know I messed up big time. It was our thirtieth wedding anniversary. I decided to do something different. My wife had never seen my naked face. So I decided to shave my beard […]
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The state of California finally did something sensible and tightened up its vaccination rules for school children. I’d like to believe that reason carried the day, but I suspect having a measles outbreak associated with Disneyland provided a financial incentive that was at least as powerful as the science. And as expected, the antivaxxers went
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“Helicopter parenting” happens when mostly Baby Boomer mothers and fathers become overly involved in every aspect of their children’s lives. Among other things, helicopter parents contact their child’s bosses, teachers, coaches, and any other adult influence in the child’s life and intervene on the child’s behalf. Researchers have been watching this phenomenon grow like a malignant tumor over the past
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Mr. Robertson glared at me. Beads of sweat rolled off of his shaved head. Some of them ran over the prison tats that decorated his temples. The arms of the swastika rippled as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He wanted to argue with me. He wanted to challenge the statement I had just made.
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I got on my knees and leaned forward in my seat to get a better view. The teacher, a visitor from the high school, dropped the flaming sheet of notebook paper into the milk bottle and then placed the hardboiled egg on top. The paper flared briefly and then went out. But the egg slowly,
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Yes, I could have ignored you just like I did on the other days. But you were so insistent about shaking your anti-abortion sign at me while I was trying to negotiate the turn without splashing you or hitting the pothole. And why did you drag your 10-year-old son out into the cold rainy weather
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