All of us mothers owe a debt to those willing to take on the mother uglies. Keeps a grown woman from crying sometimes. Sometimes it feels like we have someone to cry with. And it gives a mother a friend in the dark of night.
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When my son, Max, was 3, he had a job. He walked alongside his older brother and translated. Andrew was 5 and autistic. He made high-pitched sounds to indicate what he wanted.
When the owners of Victory Gallop opened their doors in 1995, they started small and knew they wanted to stay that way.
But the nonprofit organizat...
Hillary Johnson in the 1980s was a writer so far ahead of her time practically no one understood what she was doing.
Did you miss any of the big book reviews this weekend? Catch up on them with the highlights below.
"The Lake Shore Limited," Sue Miller
The New York ...
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