Philosophy

Remember back in gym class when two students would get to choose the teams? Just the sound of the teacher announcing who was captain would fill my heart with dread. We'd line up in front of them and wait to hear our names called. They always started with the most sought out teammates and ended with me. On a good day, I'd get second to last.

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I am so punctually challenged and chronically tardy that the only event I ever showed up to early was my own birth. (No really, I was two weeks early, and it kills me that I can't take any credit for it.) I don't know if lateness is genetic or learned, but it afflicts every one of my family members, and I married into it as well. (I don't think my husband handed in a single paper on time in his entire undergrad or graduate career.)

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Mothers are garbage cans. But don't try to read into that. I don't mean that mothers are treated like garbage, although sometimes we are: under-appreciated, under-respected, under-acknowledged. I also don't mean we look like garbage, although, let's face it ladies, sometimes we just don't feel like being all put together if we've been kept up all night by crying babies after we've been nagged all day by whining children.

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