Author: Kana Smith
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“Let me tell ya ’bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees..” ~from that song on the “hits of the 60s” cassette my parents used to play in the car Even as a toddler, my son Christian was always a detail-oriented, literal-minded little guy. He was the kind of two-year-old who…
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I grew up in a family of Grammatical Puritans–English teachers on all sides. It might be permissible to become bored with grammar-reminders, but I’d damn-well-better-not become bored OF them. Or end a sentence with a preposition. Or split an infinitive. Or use “who” when “whom” would be correct (or the reverse). I was the only…
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![The Mom-Handbook [you never got]](https://kanasmith.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/photo8.jpg?w=800)
Thank you for your purchase of Mom’s-in-Trouble version 1.0, more commonly referred to as Your First Child. The hidden fees and additional costs of this Application will quickly become apparent, beginning with the bill you will shortly be receiving from the hospital… Downloading this App: Simply connect to a wi-fi hotspot, click “download,” and wait…
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Our daughter has this to say about traveling: Of course, I have to add the mom-commentary (is that a Mom-mentary?) that THIS may be the reason she gets carsick:
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It’s the first of the month–do you know what that means? (No, no, I’m not blogging about NaNoWriMo. I’ve pledged not to–though it occurs to me I didn’t make any promises about Twitter…) The first of any month is Rabbit-Rabbit day in our family. The family tradition (spread now among several generations of family friends)…
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“You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…” ~ Kenny Rogers, The Gambler My husband taught me to play Poker–Texas Hold ’em–early in our friendship, and we used to play often with friends in Recovery. (To my Probation Officer: no, not for cash. Oh yeah, I’m not on probation anymore…) It…
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“People go to cemeteries to be with the souls of the departed and build private altars…” ~Wikipedia, Day of the Dead Today isn’t (quite) el Dia de Los Muertos, but it’s my day to miss someone. To consider a life that ended unexpectedly a year ago today. Al had a small altar in my heart…



what an apt description–I know that feeling too! Like thumbing the wheel of a lighter when there’s not enough fuel…