Author: Danielle Wilson

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Opinion: My son, the new driver

How do I describe, in 350 words or less, the multitude of emotions that bombarded me when my oldest obtained his driver’s license? I have no idea, but doggoneit, I’m gonna try! The first...

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Opinion: Mad about word count

I’m mad. Not about anything big, mind you. That’s the main reason I don’t watch the news; politics, crime, disease, poverty and famine do not for a fully-functioning, emotionally-capable working mom of four make....

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Opinion: Where’s the love?

These days it seems I’m constantly on the edge of losing my sanity. Oblivious parents in carpool lines (pull forward, people!), pets vomiting charcoal on new carpet (long story), untamable locks that refuse to...

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Opinion: Frustration

For the third year in a row, my spring break and my kids’ did not align. Not a huge deal, but it does ix-nay the family vacation. Last year, my husband Doo said, “Tough...

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Opinion: Teeth-chattering change

I don’t like change. Maybe it’s my sense of order and predilection towards the mundane, but varying from routine makes me anxious, particularly when I don’t initiate it. I also can’t stand going to...

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Opinion: Caffeine catastrophe

I’m sitting in Starbucks, trying to finish my column on my latest dental disaster, but I am so distracted by the conversations next to me that I’ve decided to hold the torture experience until...

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Opinion: Feuding family

I really hate texting.  Besides blowing up your data, communicating via text is the most likely way to end up in a snit with someone. There’s no time or space for long-winded explanations, and...

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Opinion: Mission accomplished

A while back I was on my way home from dropping a kid at dance/tae kwon do/volleyball/soccer and heard a blip for a nonprofit that organizes letters and care packages for American forces abroad....

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Opinion: Germaphobe? Not this parent

I dropped my work badge and keys in a not-yet-flushed toilet today at the high school where I teach. And not the faculty restroom, mind you, but one frequented by hormonal teenage girls. Disgusting,...