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Melissa and her brood of three live in the urban concrete jungle of NYC. She writes Kids in the City a weekly column and blog for the Staten Island Advance, contributes to She Knows , Time Out NY Kids, iVillage,Loving You, Babble and writes a parenting blog Married My sugar daddy, a love story?. |
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Enjoy My Articles:
Forget the books and homework, school is ALL
about the snacks!
Although both of my kids seem to be getting their school groove on,
I'm getting utterly beaten up in the homework department each night
I slug through a solid two hours with my fourth grader while
attempting to keep my five year-old (still comfortably ensconced in
a school experience that includes bringing home brightly colored
pictures of the letter of the day and macaroni necklaces)More
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Getting lost for two
hours can be a good thing for marriage
All those “things” you hear about having kids and how it
irrevocably changes your relationship with your spouse, well
they’re not just urban legend fodder, speaking from experience(I’ll
be celebrating 11 years of nearly wedded bliss this December) once
you pop out that first kid, it changes everything!
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The Myth the
Supermom
Although every fiber of my being wants to say yes a girl can have
it all, I know doing so would be a huge disservice to my own
daughter. The cold, hard truth is that the ideology of the supermom
is well just that, an idea.
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My NYC M.D. husband has
hung up his stethoscope for good...now what?
When I married my husband 10 years ago- like many blushing brides I
had my life neatly planned out... and you know what they say,
people make plans and G-d laughs... or something like that. I was
sure that my husband a well-established double board certified
kidney specialist, who was 15 years my senior, would keep putting
on his white coat- and dialyzing patients until well into his
seventies.
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Does The Guilt Ever
Subside?
After I had my daughter what feels like almost a decade ago (shoot
it was almost 10 years ago), I was blessed enough in my personal
life to be able to stay at home and luxuriate in full-time
motherhood. I had all these grand notions about how effortless and
all encompassing it would be: the love would be so palpable, that
I'd be able to subsist on it alone. Of course anticipation is never
quite the reality, which hit me like a crushing slap in the face.
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