Tough Love is Confusing

by Sarah, a.k.a. Ambassador Hen Being raised in the 1970’s was confusing. Our parents had learned to say “I love you” and show their children affection, but they raised us in the same tough way their WWII parents had raised them. And tough love can be very confusing. For example:...
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When LaGuardia and O’Hare Rendezvous

by Deborah, a.k.a. Mother Goose I’m sitting in my backyard. I can hear and see planes landing, as I write. Some find these noises obnoxious. But I think it’s just another part of living in Chicago. O’Hare International Airport is one exit away from my house. Sometimes that...
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Pecking Order

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle I’m in the middle of telling you a story, remember? The one about hatching Frizzle Chicks? First, a little bit more about our name — What’s a Frizzle Anyway? Next, a little bit more about us! As you may know, there are five of us...
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Skyping without Lipstick

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle The familiar green leaves of my grandmother’s kitchen wallpaper pop onto the computer screen. Her kitchen is in northern Mississippi. We are long miles away in central Florida. It’s my Daddy who’s calling. “Can you tell where I am?” he asks. Of...
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My Sisterhood in Effect

by Hannah, a.k.a. Picky Pants After a horrible trip, that wonderful feeling you get when you walk through your own front door. That physical feeling of joy, relief, and excitement all bundled into one moment . . .   That’s what it feels like to be a part of my sisterhood....
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Twenty Years and Counting

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle We plan to celebrate 20 years of marriage this December. In keeping with this year’s theme of experiences instead of parties, we’re talking about taking a trip. But we don’t want to do any of the same stuff.   He wants to relax. Sit still. I...
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Is Everybody Happy?

Because of Father’s Day, I’m sitting here thinking about my daddy.   I just spent a week with my father as well as hours pouring over old family photo albums. I feel very much like a daughter. The fact that I’m a 41-year-old mother of six children about to...
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