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Mothering Heights

Mothering Heights

| March 21, 2012 | 21 Comments

GROMS Be Gone By Christine Fugate   4 p.m. Carpool time and I’m rushing from one place to another. Cello, homework club and back to the house to change clothes for ballet.   En route to the Susi Q Center, I’m waiting to take a left from Temple Terrace onto Thalia Street when I see [...]

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Mothering Heights

| February 29, 2012 | 0 Comments

A Cranky Dictator   “Put your phone away,” I nag my 11 year old while driving to dance class. The constant texting and posting on Instagram is getting on my nerves.   My daughter stops texting to take a photo of the rain.   “You don’t have to take a photo of every moment of [...]

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Mothering Heights

| February 17, 2012 | 0 Comments

A Tipi in Town “We built a tipi once,” I’m babbling on like an idiot to my neighbor, who just built a real tipi in his back yard. “We made it out of pretzel rods and fondant. Green sugar for the grass.”   I throw out one of my cheesy smiles, trying to mask the [...]

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Mothering Heights

| February 4, 2012 | 3 Comments

Back in Fashion [After a year hiatus (see below for details), Mothering Heights columnist Christine Fugate is back writing for the Indy, infusing the issues so many of us, mothers or not, can relate to, with humor and humanity.]   “Mom, you could have done better.”   I just walked in the door from the [...]

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Mothering Heights

| December 10, 2010 | 0 Comments

The Shocking Sweetness of Soccer Mom By Christine Fugate   “What’s the big news here?” my husband asked me. “That our baby girl is going to the soccer finals?” I answered. We had just come back from the game that put our 8-year-old’s team into the Laguna Beach tournament. “No, that’s not it.” “You unloaded [...]

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Mothering Heights

| October 29, 2010 | 0 Comments

My Own Race to Nowhere I just realized there’s a paperclip in my hand. In fact, it’s probably been there for the last 10 minutes. The question is why? Where was I going with it? I’m currently amid a painful organization phase, going through five stacks of paperwork, determined to finish in one day. Ridiculous, [...]

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