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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...

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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...

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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 embarrassment...

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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...

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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 tournamen...

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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...
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