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The stuff of my wife’s childhood is alive and well in the hands of our children, and I’m so jealous.

I tease my wife’s parents for their inability to throw anything away. Their basement is filled with artifacts from decades long since gone.  And while it’s true that they are a little obsessive when it comes to saving things, I’m also envious of the results. My children love to go to their grandparents’ house and…

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Toys don’t mean as much when you’re not allowed to play indoors.

My siblings and I did not take good care of our toys. We did not keep track of pieces. We were never careful with fragile parts. We smashed and crashed and broke our toys at every turn. We would throw our toys out of our second floor bedroom window onto the driveway just to see…

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Sentimentality has its benefits.

I’m not a sentimental person when it comes to physical objects. I rarely attach meaning to things, even when given to me for specific reasons and by specific people. Truthfully, I rarely recall how or where I acquired a possession. While my four year-old daughter can often tell me the origin of  each of her…

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The Wizard of Oz versus Star Wars

Late last week I “stirred up a hornet’s nest” by writing a piece arguing that the reason Hasbro markets Easy Bake Ovens solely to girls is because the vast majority of children who want an Easy Bake Oven are girls, and the company has no obligation to the minority of boys who might want one.…

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