Breakfast this morning was very simple. My youngest daughter loves the Teletubbies (which I find extremely irritating, by the way) so I delighted her by making cinnamon “tubby toast” in the shape of a circle, with a smiley face made out of raisins.
My six-year-old still secretly likes the Teletubbies too, so she insisted that I [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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