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September 13, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

The Littlest Bully

I’ve read many many blogs recently detailing the agony and ecstasy of back-to-school time. I’ve laughed with you and cried with you as your little ones faced new teachers and…

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September 10, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

A Supermarket Saga

I’ve written about the behind-the-wheel bitches of suburbia. The truth is, that’s not me. I’m pretty calm behind the wheel, but fret not, ladies, I am no saint. There is…

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September 9, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

Road Rage

Here’s a dirty little secret from the suburbs. The next time you get cut off in traffic, honked at when the light turns green, or tailgated in a school crossing…

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September 8, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

A Very Bad Day

It was a very bad day. I’ll try not to bore you with too many details, but it began way too early (5:45am), included two different early morning run-ins with…

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September 5, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

Poop Scoop

When I was preparing to become a mom, I never ever ever thought I’d be on such intimate terms with poop. I have cleaned it out from under my fingernails….

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September 4, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

Punk Rock Nerd

If I compare my 14-year-old stepdaughter’s high school experience with my own 15 years ago, there really aren’t that many differences. There are still preps. And goths. And geeks. And…

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September 3, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

Head Case

When I took Baby to her first doctor’s appointment at three months, it was a much Bigger deal than I had expected. “Everything looks great,” my doctor said, reviewing Baby’s…

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September 2, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

A Soccer Mom Speaks Out

Being a soccer mom is so much harder than you’d think. It’s not easy remembering to bring 18 Little Debbies and Capri Suns to the Tuesday away game against the…

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August 31, 2005 posted by Lindsay Ferrier

The Secret Lives of Sisters

I’ve already admitted I’m a snoop. But my snooping doesn’t extend only to my husband. Oh no, I snoop on the baby (well, that’s justified I guess- I’m a little…