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I am Debra's husband. In honor of Mother’s day, I am giving Debra the day off by writing her column. Regular readers of this blog may wonder how much of the outrageousness she writes about is true. Well, living with her is a little like living in a sitcom with Laura Petrie.

I just made my daughter’s bed. Of course it was hardly the first time I’ve done this. I’ve made Claire’s bed countless times over the...

I remember going to the movies as a teenager and seeing people sitting alone in the theater. I always felt sorry for them. I...

Our life as a family began in a way that respects the limited resources of the earth. Instead of giving birth to a child,...

I know this essay is supposed to be about what I’m doing to teach my daughter how to protect the environment. But I’d like...

EDITOR'S NOTE: We asked participants in this year's cover mom contest to tell us how they are teaching their children to protect the environment....

I’ve realized that my children, no matter how “right” I may be in my parenting decisions, will remember only the silly, foolish, unmistakably “wrong” choices I seem to make. I have thus determined to stop lamenting my “wrongness,” and to instead live an unexamined life in which I do not dwell in the deep caverns of guilt, remorse and debilitating self awareness.

“I said,” continued the arrogant employee in a tone that suggested I was either partially deaf or suffering from some advanced form of mental derangement, “We don’t brew decaf after 3. You can order a decaf latte or espresso if you want.”

I finally understand how people become psycho sports parents. Because honestly, if my seven-year-old son, Eli’s, football coach doesn’t start playing him more, I’m going to run into the field at the next game, hands poised in throat clenching position, tackle the man, and strangle him within an inch of his life.

I seem to get lost everywhere, even when I know where I’m going...

...You stand around a lot, wait for something allegedly great to happen, and then, you pay through the nose for whatever it is you thought would solve the problems that ultimately end up working themselves out in spite of your consistent interference.

I have a standing appointment each Tuesday morning at 9. Afterward, I typically stop by a nearby coffee shop to get a coffee and...

Forgive me if I sound callous or cynical, but accepting anything from anyone leaves you vulnerable and, as far as I’m concerned, vulnerability sucks.

Was I doing the right thing? Jake was a friend, and sometimes you have to do things for your friends. Wasn’t that a valuable lesson? But making him attend a festive event looking like Eeyore on Benzodiazepines? It just didn’t feel right.

“Stop it.” “No, you stop it.” “No, YOU stop it!” “How about both of you stop it!” yells Mom. “But he started it.” “No I didn’t. You did.” “I don’t...