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Best thing about my daughter’s recent allergic reaction-ambulance ride escapade: Still worried about her as she slept, I agreed to set an alarm and check on her every hour. Still worried, my wife decided to bring Clara into bed with us, something we only did once before when she was a baby. When Elysha went…

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My daughter took her first ride to the hospital in an ambulance today after having an allergic reaction to what we assume was peanuts. We determined that Clara is allergic to peanuts more than a year ago, but as far as we can tell, she did not come into any contact with peanuts today. But…

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My wife sent me these photos of my three-year old daughter and my three-week old son, and at first, my heart was warmed by the affection that they obviously have for one another. Then I looked closely at their facial expressions and realized that in each photo, the emotions of my daughter and my son…

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Behold the newly-revised Friendship Application (the original one was more than two years old and in serious need of an update). There have been instances over the past year or so when it seemed as if someone in my life was on the verge of becoming a genuine friend. This is all well and good,…

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When my wife emerged from the store, this is what she found: Her car is the one on the left. Carrying our three-week old son in his car seat at the time, she did not want to place him on the curb and climb in the passenger side in order to move the car ,…

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Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend is on sale in Spain! A reader was kind enough to send me a photo of the cover today (I hadn’t seen it yet).

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Last week I received an email from a frequent reader of my blog and a follower on Twitter who had just finished reading my new book (she lives overseas where it is already available). In the course of commenting on my book, she referred to me as a “gentle and kind” person, citing the things…

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My newborn son is in my lap, presumably happy as a clam while I tap away on my keyboard. I’m making serious progress, able to type with two hands for once, feeling good about myself and this simultaneous parenting-writing scenario, when I look down and see this: Apparently things weren’t going as well as I…

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