Last May my kids went on The Great Campout of 2010. Alone. Well, as alone as five kids can be–no adults were along. Just them. My oldest was 17 and very handy. The youngest was 8. Sprinkled between them were an oh-so-close-to 16 year old, a 14.5 year old and a 12 year old. Did…
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Recently I’ve heard many of my friends, both online and in real life, talking about how stressed their husbands are. We’re all in our 40s and early 50s and pressure seems to be building as if we are in pressure cookers. It’s scary. How much can they take before they explode like an over-microwaved baked…
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