November 1st, 2011 02:47pm

Blending a family

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It takes quite a few steps to blend a family. In our case, that included a trip to Disneyland.
September 9th, 2011 08:00am

Being sexy, raising kids

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Keeping the romance alive in your marriage is difficult when you’re raising children.  At times, it can be an almost romance killer.  But it’s not impossible.
July 20th, 2011 10:45am

The imperfect part of love

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If you are wishing to find out more about the person you love, and how compatible you’ll be with them for life, I suggest you build something with them.


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February 8th, 2011 11:36am

Boycotting Valentine’s Day

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Do we really need flowers, chocolates, expensive jewelry, and pricey dinner dates to be shown love?
February 15th, 2010 07:25pm

To everything, there is a season

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Life is full of seasons. In the spring of our lives, we are protected and cared for by our parents. We grow and learn, we change and mature. We are in love with our parents, we hate our parents. We make friends with our neighbors just because they live near us. Our whole world is in the very neighborhood we live in. Hours feel like days, days feel like years, and years feel like an eternity. We are young, we are carefree, we will live on forever. In our season of summer, we have realized that we have minds of our own. And with that knowledge, we are brilliant! We become experts on certain subjects, knowing more than anyone else could possibly know about it. We are the beautiful people, the ones who are on top and going to make this world so much better than our parents – their generation truly screwed things up for us. (more…)
February 8th, 2010 01:06pm

Holiday of love, or of dread?

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When I was a kid, Valentine’s Day was a holiday to look forward to. It was a treat to wake up on Valentine’s Day to see what surprises were left for us at our place on the kitchen table. While most mornings were littered with pleas from us to wait “5 more minutes” before we got up, Valentine’s Day was treated much like Christmas – we were up before the sun. At the table there would be three places set with a little chocolate box, some candy hearts, a Valentine’s Day card, a Pez dispenser, and a new pair of Valentine’s Day socks. Sometimes there would be a little trinket, like a heart shaped glass bead on a chain or a little box with some gold coins on it. But always, there was the surprise of small treats that meant the world for us. After a breakfast of heart-shaped pancakes, we would grab our bag of homemade valentines for our classmates, excited for a day when we received at least 30 new valentines. At the end of the day our bellies would be full of candy and cookies, and our teeth coated with the sugar of little confectioner’s hearts that had messages of “Be mine” and “XOXO”. Then we would read through every single valentine to see if there was some hidden message between the lines of Garfield proclaiming his love for lasagna on a folded piece of pink paper that the cutest boy sent out to every girl in the class.

As adults, Valentine’s Day gets much harder. (more…)