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10 Reasons Parenting Is Harder Than Coaching Hockey @MindyJPeltier

10 Reasons Parenting Is Harder than Coaching Hockey

Parenting and coaching hockey are not for the faint of heart. Both teach young people difficult skills needed to successfully perform pre-determined functions. At a University of North Dakota Fighting Sioux men’s hockey game I compared my life as a mom to Brad Berry’s life as a hockey coach. He’s a gifted coach, his team won the National Championship in 2015 and […]

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Rules for the Contact Sport We Call Costco Shopping

I have a love/hate relationship with shopping at Costco. I’m enticed by the lure of buying toilet paper and Ziploc bags only twice a year, but repelled by shopping with more people than were in my graduating class, in a building that could house my high school. Shopping at Costco is a contact sport for list-making people and isn’t for […]

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SO, Whatcha’ Gunna’ Put On Today?

A paradox in parenting is that the one who teaches eventually gets schooled. I spent years teaching my six kids to dress themselves. I rescued little heads stuck in armholes, re-adjusted two legs stuck mermaid style in one pant-leg, and released hair from buttons and zippers. I cheered as they mastered buttons, zippers, Velcro, and drawstrings.  I’ll never forget the relief […]

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Fifty is just a number…

When I whine about turning fifty, people often tell me it’s just a number. To me it’s a big number.  Older people wish they were “only” 50.  Younger people show proper respect and sympathy while they secretly think, “I’m glad it’s you and not me.”        I’m five decades.                 I’m two score and ten.                          I’m half of a century. […]

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It’s Hard to Feel Like a Grown-up When…

…you can’t reach anything.   My friend Ilona gave me an unusual present at my bridal shower….an ornately painted wooden stool. She smiled knowingly  at my puzzled look and said, “Just wait. You’ll know what it’s for.” Our first apartment was in an ancient high-ceilinged brick monstrosity whose carpet retained the smell of everything deep-fat fried for the […]

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It’s Hard to Feel Like a Grown-up When…

…your feet don’t touch the floor. I don’t deal with the playground torment anymore. Nobody calls me Short Stuff, Half-Pint, Shrimp, Tiny Tot, Runt, Baby, or Shorty. Nobody  grabs my hat and holds it high above my head to taunt my jumping, reaching, little self. Nobody bends over to look me in the eyes and asks, “How’s the weather down there?” […]

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I See London, I See France!

My  incredibly unique clothing style  developed while growing up in the 70’s.  In elementary school,  I was a little frustrated by the current fashion trend of little  girls often wearing dresses.  I kinda’ liked wearing them, but finding  knee socks in my drawer that still had elastic in the top wasn’t my only fashion challenge. Dresses weren’t suitable for tomboys and twirlers, and […]

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MOM! You’re Embarrassing Me!

A child adores their mommy without abandon…   ….when they’re young.   They think she’s smart. They think she’s beautiful. She’s their bestest fwend.   They write love letters, give too-tight hugs and slobbery kisses, and pour out their adoration on the “best mommy in the whole world.” Then the bubble bursts. The child realizes […]

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No Help in Sight

No Help in Sight for the Toilet Paper Trustees

If ya’ wanna’ gather a crowd of disheartened and  commiserating moms, start talking about empty toilet paper tubes. Seriously. The burden of this responsibility was cleverly veiled in the womanhood/motherhood/wifehood descriptions. We knew we’d be entrusted to purchase the necessary commodity, the most necessary in the household, but we didn’t know we’d be solely responsible […]

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