Parenting

Life and Death in One Photo

We visited Zoe’s great-grandfather’s grave in Rochester, New York. It was a painterly blue day, with only a thin breeze blowing when we disembarked from our rented Jeep Trailhawk next to Papa’s plot. His grave was one of the farthest…

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Privilege, Blessing, and Others

Six years ago my wife and I had the choice before us of where to send our oldest son to school. Our neighborhood public school had been in a state of constant flux for years as administrators and teachers moved…

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A Wide Gate for Kids on the Margins

Drive past our house in downtown Atlanta on a Saturday evening this fall to find a predictable scene. Our backyard brimming with teenage neighbors, the projector screen pulled down, and UGA football playing loud against the backdrop of brilliant blue…

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How to deal with abuse of my children by other family members?

[Note from the Editor: This is an unusual piece for Off the Page. However, when the question was submitted to us, we knew we needed to respond. The best things to do for the victim is listening to their story…

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And Evening

Outside the old panes, the few ash and maple crowns stood bare in dead air and dead light, the skies beyond them so often matched to pewter around here. Snow, maybe rain, usually both along the coast. For two hundred–some…

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The Hard Work of Mothering

I grew up in a home that valued work. My sister and I learned not to waste time, and that working hard was one of the most important things we could do. Following the examples of my hard-working parents, I…

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Parenting Myself

A few weeks ago, I was scheduled to move into a new place, busy with work, and overwhelmed. I knew I needed to find people to help me, and that I probably needed to pack. I’m fairly certain excellent moving…

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Living with Your Parents

I almost never tell people right away that I live with my parents. I don’t like their assumptions. For instance, instead of hearing that I’m successful in a career I love, they seem to put silent quotation marks around “freelance…

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When Children Appear

During the hurried disquiet commonly referred to as “The Holidays,” the spinning seems relentless, doesn’t it? But every now and then—especially when we least expect it—the world slows.   Or, at least, it appears to slow. Either way, it allows…

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Why Siblings Matter

I hated my brother for much of my childhood.   Every day I told/reminded him of this fact, even though I didn’t know why I didn’t like him. Nevertheless, we went beyond the normal brother-sister teasing to daily ensuring the…

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