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Every October, I harvest a new crop of hope that s been watered by an abundance<br>
of denial. (It s the closest to gardening I ever get.) In October, I envision a<br>
holiday season infused with peace, saturated with a spirit of thankfulness and<br>
goodwill. There will be no chaos this year, no crush of time bearing down on us<br>
like a frenetic freight train. Order will prevail in my world of good things<br>
and gracious living. Martha Stewart will be proud of me.<br>
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We ll be giddy with gratitude at Thanksgiving, goes my fantasy. We ll gather<br>
before a table tastefully turned out and groaning with good food, and I will<br>
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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Potty Predicament<br>
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Whoever is out of patience is out of possession of his soul &nbsp; Sir Francis Bacon<br>
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I bought a potty for my son before he turned a year old. It was one of those<br>
colorful, deluxe models with removable parts, a front- loading plastic bowl and<br>
sure-grip sides. I d been having glorious visions almost since I left the<br>
delivery room of my brilliant progeny fully trained and diaper-free by 18<br>
months... heck, make that 15 months.<br>
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We d be the envy of all my friends, whose deficient toddlers remained untrained<br>
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Gums, Gams and Games<br>
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The midlife crisis is now an equal opportunity occurrence. It s no longer just<br>
the prerogative of paunchy men using sex and speed (via trophy wives and sports<br>
cars) to drive off the deep end. Now women, once too busy bringing home the<br>
bacon and frying it up in a pan, are jumping into the proverbial fire with<br>
their own midlife meltdowns. We re springing for botox and dreaming of<br>
beefcake. And we re just as desperate as the guys to stave off the ravages of<br>
old age.My midlife crisis was triggered by a pocket probe and some nearly<br>
carnal compression. I was already suffering from emotional malaise brought on<br>
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When I say &nbsp;camping, &nbsp;I mean, of course, camping in the civilized way practiced<br>
by middle-aged city dwellers with tender backsides and uncompromising hygiene<br>
standards. That s how my family camped recently, renting an RV and heading out<br>
across Colorado, stopping in the shadow of Pike s Peak.<br>
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This mighty mountain, named after the explorer Zebulon Pike, was one of the<br>
first landmarks seen by settlers as they made their way across the prairie.<br>
Many of them painted &nbsp;Pike s Peak or Bust &nbsp;on their canvas wagons. We set out<br>
with a similar sense of adventure in our modern-day covered wagon. And while<br>
early pioneers had to contend with problems like hunger and disease, we faced<br>
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The man who never in his lifeHas washed the dishes with his wife<br>
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Or polished up the silver plate -<br>
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He still is largely celibate.<br>
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~Christopher Morley, Washing the Dishes<br>
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The Desperate Dad s Guide to Getting Some<br>
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Modern moms, it seems, are just not in the mood. The media tells us there is an<br>
&nbsp;epidemic of sex-starved marriages. Pummeled by children and chores, exhausted<br>
&nbsp;by careers and carpools, once hot mammas are now too whupped for whoopee, too<br>
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My son recently turned 13, and the last traces of that sweet little boy who<br>
thought I hung the moon seem to have vanished. In his place is a strange,<br>
slouching creature with a pencil-thin mustache and adolescent angst oozing from<br>
every pore. This extraterrestrial I once called flesh and blood, whose mood<br>
swings dwarf the Grand Canyon, seems intent on bungee jumping from that rickety<br>
bridge connecting a child with adulthood. And I think he plans on dragging his<br>
rapidly aging mother along for the ride.<br>
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